I'm not really sure how it happened, but before I knew it last night, I was on the deck in the backyard helping my wife do her nails.

I was relaxing, minding my own business, when I looked up and saw Diane smiling at me with the tip of each of her fingers wrapped in tin foil. I knew asking about it was going to involve me in something I may not have wanted to be involved in, but I couldn't resist.

She informed me that she was removing the gels from her nails so she could give herself a manicure. She had recently sprained her hand carrying a cooler so she didn't want to go to the salon. The problem was she couldn't really file the gels off both hands because of her sprain, so she asked me to help.

So, what's a guy to do. I said I would help, but obviously had no idea what I was doing. I held the nail file the wrong way and, I have to admit, I lost control of the file once and made the top of her finger bleed a little. I tried my best, but I'm not sure how much I actually helped.

Will I ever help Diane with her nails again? Sure I would. If she needs help, I'm always there for her. But, even though she appreciated my effort,  I have a sneaking suspicion she won't be asking again anytime soon. As a matter of fact, I'm pretty positive she won't, and who could blame her?