Before I present the picture, I have some 'splanin' to do. I keep talking about my aunts(specifically two of them), but I've never really distinguished them. My comrade in weekend-warring can actually attest to the fact that I rarely mention any other members of my family in day-to-day conversations. The eldest of the two is only in her mid-twenties(don't fight it, just ACCEPT it dawg!) and the subject of this post. Now, contrary to my pigmentation and popular belief, I AM Mexican. My accent is forever lost at sea (because I can't swim) and I glow in the dark. But I assure you that what I lack in color, I make up for in Latin SPICE and SOUL.
Bearing this in mind, my aunt Paula ...to put it (somewhat) mildly, exemplifies a modern-day Latina fabulous stereotype. In other words, bat-shit crazy, but incredibly lovable all the same. Her clothes and hair speak (or rather scream) for themselves,mirroring her loud-and-proud attitude. And why should her nails be an exemption? Month after month she extends her hand to show off the latest creation concocted by her favorite Chinese nail-artist who's managed to satisfy my aunt not only with basic color-blocks, but with a plethora of 'peacock-ing' patterns. Needless to say, the color schemes make sense only to her and leave the rest of us dumb-founded; each time, I find it harder and harder to keep my laughter within me.
This month however, I giggled with the purest of joy:

Tell me you don't see the resemblence in the wave. But maybe I'm out of it too. You may now bask in complete bafflement.
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