Auf Wiedersehen, Good night, Peace Out!
Sadly, Maggie’s need for balance in her life means saying goodbye to her Maggie Rants blog.
You know you're thinking too hard about something when it starts invading your dreams. Or, at least, that's usually a good indication. But I had no idea I'd been obsessing about UV light bulbs! Nevertheless, last night

You know you're thinking too hard about something when it starts invading your dreams. Or, at least, that's usually a good indication. But I had no idea I'd been obsessing about UV light bulbs!
Nevertheless, last night I dreamt that the BF — out of the goodness of his adorable, romantic little heart — presented me with a set of brand new UV light bulbs for my gel lamps.
The BF probably does not realize that this would, in fact, be a great gift for me. Not quite as wonderful as a bucket of rhinestones, but pretty close. Those darn bulbs are pricey!
However, in the dream, he bought me a bunch of 4-watt bulbs — the kind that the old Pro Finish lamps took back in the day. Short, straight, 4-watt bulbs.
So the whole dream pretty much centered on me being less than thankful for his gift while I tried to explain to him why they weren't the right bulbs. Meanwhile, in the dream, he was trying to convince me that the 4-watt bulbs were fine and that wattage didn't matter and that they would to fit in my lamps as he tried to force the bulbs into the lamps and I tried to grab the lamp before he broke it.
OK. So maybe I haven't been obsessing about lamps. Maybe the dream wasn't about light bulbs at all. Maybe it was about the BF. Or maybe it was just one of those random dreams that you can't help but laugh about the next day while you try to find an audience who will also appreciate the silliness of the idea of trying to prove to your significant other that those bulbs are not either the right ones for your lamp!
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.