JELLO

I'm a nail biter. It's a gruesome habit, one I've been trying to kick for years. I'm tried all of the special "nasty tasting polishes", the special gloves--pretty much everything short of hypnosis. Nothing is working. So, my mom keeps telling me to eat JELLO to strengthen my nails so they won't be so suceptible to breakage. Since I always listen to her, I've been trying to eat a cup of JELLO every day as a mid-morning snack. It's fruity, easily changed-up, and travels well. . .until yesterday. Every morning I have about a thousand things to lug into work--so the JELLO frequently takes a ride in the side pocket of my bomber black bag. Well yesterday was crazy at the store . . .and when I finally left in the afternoon for a meeting, I definitely smelled something with a cherry aroma. . . yep, you guessed it. My JELLO! It was all over my precious side pocket. What a mess. Needless to say, I stopped by the drugstore and bought some gelatin tables last night. Granted, they won't be as tasty or diverse, but they certainly won't infest my sacred hand bags. I just won't stand for it.