Last winter, my better half Tyler followed me on a nail polish adventure. I was trying to find a certain limited edition shade, and Tyler was so intrigued by the chase that she bought a bottle, herself. What started out as a legitimate name for a color "Mrs.O'Leary's BBQ" (thanks OPI) turned into monthly email updates between Tyler and I that ranged from Tyler's "I'm wearing WTF BBQ" to my "Today I put on O'Leary's Pork Roast". Tragically, Tyler still lives in Montreal so these updates are imperative. Well, as it turns out, Tyler also bought the neon nail polish I was raving about earlier, but this time, instead of notifying each other when the color was on our nails, I asked her to send me a photo of her demonstrating her new purchase. I'm not sure exactly what is happening (or about to happen) in this photo, but I can say this doesn't surprise me.