Auf Wiedersehen, Good night, Peace Out!
Sadly, Maggie’s need for balance in her life means saying goodbye to her Maggie Rants blog.
Let me just take a moment to break our fourth wall here: After reading Jenny’s comment on my last post, it occurred to me — much like my revelation that everyone's Facebook profile photos might not

Let me just take a moment to break our fourth wall here: After reading Jenny’s comment on my last post, it occurred to me — much like my revelation that everyone's Facebook profile photos might not actually be of nails they actually did (yeah, "DUH," I know) — y'all might not realize that the photos that appear here on the blog aren't always nails done by me.
In fact, I am absolutely atrocious at submitting photos to go along with my posts. Which is another thing that recently occurred to me while talking about this blog with some friends — I don't get to write my posts and upload them directly to the site.
Oh no! NAILS Magazine is much smarter than that! Could you imagine how much trouble I could get into if they let me self-edit? No. I have a real, honest-to-goodness editor who I submit my posts to and she runs spell-check on them and tries her best to make sure I don't look like a complete illiterate fool — well, she helps with the illiterate part anyway. She calls herself my "editor," but I think her real job is to act as my chaperone. She has her work cut out for her.
So there you have it. My personal little disclaimer that not all the nails shown with my posts are my nails. And I didn't mean to mislead anyone to thinking they were. To date, I haven't done any nails with feathers in them, so it was handy that NAILS had Jenny's photo in their data bank. I'd have probably just put up a random photo of a wild turkey.
Again, a good example of why I have an editor: Imagine that, NAILS Magazine trying to keep things nail-related!
This is why they don't let me rant without supervision.
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.