Auf Wiedersehen, Good night, Peace Out!
Sadly, Maggie’s need for balance in her life means saying goodbye to her Maggie Rants blog.
Remember when the dog broke my toe playing Frisbee? Well, we're officially even! After another wild game of Frisbee at the BF’s parents’ this weekend, we brought our pups home only to discover a little blood

Remember when the dog broke my toe playing Frisbee? Well, we're officially even! After another wild game of Frisbee at the BF’s parents’ this weekend, we brought our pups home only to discover a little blood on the back of Tyler’s leg. Of course, despite his protests, we insisted on inspecting him for cuts. Turns out, he seems to have ripped off a toenail! OUCH! I think it hurts us more than it hurts him though — he seems oblivious. But I thought everyone would like to know that Karma caught up to the dog that broke my toe!
Sadly, Maggie’s need for balance in her life means saying goodbye to her Maggie Rants blog.
Maggie recalls the time she tried to figure out how to dispose of her salon chemicals.
With a vacation approaching, Maggie can’t wait to put some distance between herself and the drama of the salon.
Maggie doesn’t hesitate to confront clients about past sins.
How sick is too sick for a nail appointment?
Maggie is fed up with clients who won’t get off the phone.
Maggie needs to remind herself that she has options.
Maggie is trading in one writing genre for another.
Maggie knows too much about sanitation to get excited about a strange Jacuzzi tub.
Maggie is no longer certain nails are in her long-term future.
Maggie is learning about the downside of success — scheduling is a nightmare.
Maggie contemplates the limits of her charitable impulses.
Maggie is not too keen on clients bringing in their own nail supplies.
Just because Maggie isn’t with a client doesn’t mean she’s not working.
Twenty-two years of doing nails takes a toll on the hands.
Maggie doesn’t want her product reps dropping by.
Maggie enjoys other people’s drama — up to a point.