Auf Wiedersehen, Good night, Peace Out!
Sadly, Maggie’s need for balance in her life means saying goodbye to her Maggie Rants blog.
Ever get a really bad headache? I mean, I know a lot of people get really bad headaches, and some people get them on a regular basis. I don’t envy them. I rarely get headaches, and when

Ever get a really bad headache? I mean, I know a lot of people get really bad headaches, and some people get them on a regular basis. I don’t envy them.
I rarely get headaches, and when I do, it’s almost always the result of putting too much space between Starbucks runs. So the other night, when I had not only a pretty nasty headache, but a particularly unusual-feeling one, I started entertaining all sorts of wild and crazy (I hope) thoughts that largely went along the lines of, “Uh oh, what if it’s an aneurysm?... Nah, I think that would be a much worse headache...What if it is an aneurysm? Should I go to the ER? Nah. I’m being paranoid...” and so on and so forth. (It does not help that one of my clients is still recovering from an aneurysm that was — thankfully — found before it burst and that another client’s estranged husband recently keeled over quiteunexpectedly from one.)
Nevertheless, I felt compelled to run through a few important issues with the BF before I fell asleep. Just in case. Like reminding him that I have a life insurance policy that he is the beneficiary of and that he should really know where that paperwork is. (I still don’t think he was paying attention.) And my basic wishes on what do with me in the case he should have to deal with that.
I occasionally feel it important to run through these things with the people who will find themselves tasked with these chores should they out-live me. They never take it seriously and I’m sure they will be quite up a creek should they actually find themselves in the position to wonder what it was that I said on the subject and where they can find the written version of what I told them several hundred times.
But this time I added a little extra something I think I might just include in those written instructions. I mean, after all, what exactly will happen to all my glitter when I’m gone?
I told the BF to have me cremated and then mix my ashes with my glitter. I thought it was a downright keen notion!
But the BF claims that I’ll be nothing but glitter if he does that.
Sounded good to me. Good enough to stop worrying about the headache and get some sleep and feel just fine the next day.
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.
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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.