Vanitas...
My meticulously manicured fingers and I are in a dual to the death. One of us has to go.

Because I wished to project a spiffy image for our week-end in the city, I let my nails grow to what I consider to be a grotesque length. Yes, my nails are just approaching the length that many women consider to be the absolute minimum length, but I can take no more. Especially considering the egregious typos. Work typos like "the Catholic Church as a living vulture." That kind of thing. And those are the typos that were caught.