So I did the spa thing today. Or the princess thing. Whichever your prefer. I don’t do it very often, but I had a lovely gift certificate from mr myn to the Red Door Spa which essentially got me a facial, mani, pedi and a make-up touch-up. And of course, once I’m there, I can’t really resist adding a little more to it, so I ended up with some waxing as well. Ideally I would have gotten a massage, but most spa/massage places won’t touch me since the surgery, and one look at the 3 inch scar on my back would send them running for fear of some upcoming lawsuit. And so I settled for some organic creme de something slathered over my face instead. (And, yeah, I just read back over that and realized that probably sounds worse than it should. Pervs.)
Now, I’m all gussied up with no where to go, at the moment. (Although I hear tell mr myn is coming home shortly. Based upon the fact that the lower half of the house is spotless and he’s been out shopping for winter clothes for the kids, I suspect dinner is on me).
Ah well. My princess points have been well spent. Although, I do have to point out, there is nothing princess-like about lying spreadeagled on a paper covered table while the nice lady with the spatula coats me in wax. Less so by way of the language that comes pouring out of my mouth while she works. A word to the wise: If you like to keep the trim…well, trimmed, I guess…it behooves everyone if you can keep up with it. They don’t say every 4 to 6 weeks just because they’re trying to gouge you. (At least, not most of the time). I was doing rather well over the summer, but after the back surgery, Brazilian wax jobs were kind of low on my priority list.
So now, off to dinner with my kitty-cat eyes. (Connor seems to be freaking out at the “professional” make up job. But in a nice way.)
And tomorrow, back to being me. 🙂