Friday, April 17, 2009
Well, I am sitting in the "Tranquility Room" at local day spa as I write this. Now, those that really know me, a day at the spa is not something I normally do. But my dear, sweet husband surprised me with a spa retreat for our anniversary. (Maybe he could tell that I needed some de-stressing in my life.) When he gave it to me, I thought: "oh, that is too much money" and "I don't have time" and "I don't want someone massaging all my fat and cellulite." Then I thought: "What the heck. I can do this because it is a gift from Phil" and "pampering does sound nice." So here I am being pampered. Wow. The scary thing is that I actually could get used to this kind of treament.