Red, red rhine

I’ve learned a little secret this week. It doesn’t matter what I’m wearing–whether it’s flannel PJ pants, a bleach-stained Alabama sweatshirt and fuzzy slippers or my “fat jeans,” a flannel shirt and cowboy boots–when I’m wearing red nail polish, I feel like a sexy lady.

I never wear finger nail polish, much less red… I’m pretending it’s in honor of Valentine’s Day (though it’s really more in honor of me getting bored and painting my nails).