Believe it or not, this morning marked the second time that I saw someone clip their nails on the subway.  At least it wasn’t their toenails, like the first time around.  That incident happened during the summer, when it was hot enough to wear sandals– the thick, B.O.-pungent air, and

I used to allot myself one pampering splurge per month to make myself feel like a fancy lady who says things like “pampering.” My usual special treat was a trip to the nail salon for a little mani/pedi action. I did my research and found the greatest deal for value