Poor Greg! Yes, this is a horrible picture. This is Greg's hand.
Before you cringe, let me tell you the story . . .
Ahem, Greg was at the station and ran 37 calls in a 24-hour period. He was just a TAD tired the next day and came home from his part time job early so he could sleep. I tried to wake him up at one point in the day but he didn't budge. So I did what any good wife would do . . . I painted his fingernails! It has been a long time since I have painted his nails while he was knocked out. I thought it was time to relive the "good ole days". ha ha ha!
Now, if I were really creative I would hide the nail polish remover before he wakes up!