Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “nail.” Use it as a noun or a verb. Have fun!
A compulsive nail chewer in my childhood through to my thirties, one of the many good things to come out of life with Hubby was that he solved my habit! Within a few months of meeting, I had a full set of natural nails which I had never had in my life before! Sure, I managed to grow one or two, trying the theory of one would look so nice, why not grow two, three, four etc. It didn’t work. The remedies available over the counter didn’t help much as for some I actually liked the taste. It wasn’t cheap either, so I tried the alternative of perfume, but gave up when most went sour on me and people would sniff around me asking ‘What’s that smell?’
Nails of a different kind are also a bit of a laugh. Ex partner put a nail through an electricity cable in the wall which threw him across the kitchen. Without thinking, he pulled it out with his bare hands and got another jolt.
Hubby in the meantime had his moment when we were decorating the bungalow, and it was literally the last nail (well screw actually) of the last shelf that did the damage and went through a water pipe. You can actually read about that here. It was a fun time (not).