I Needed A Cupcake (OK, I Also Needed Some Serious Waxing)
Tuesday, 2. February 2010
I consider myself a lucky wife.
From time to time, my husband travels for entire weekends at a time and I get to do whatever I want.
Doing whatever I want usually consists of me being able to roam about the house without getting the “sex” eye or the “Let’s watch The Hurt Locker” statement.
However, over the past couple of weeks, I was in a funk. I can’t pinpoint why, but I think it had to do with a combination of getting back to the grind of traffic and the stress of work after a splendid 2-week break for Christmas. It rained quite a bit in early January so I wasn’t running nearly as much as I usually do.
Not to mention, I noticed that I was sporting a mustache that I swear I never noticed before. Also, my brows were clearly trying to meet in the middle of my forehead in an effort to remind me of the most important part of marriage: Always meet half way.
True.
You gotta meet halfway.
Which is why over the past 5 years I can’t remember a time I went to a spa for a facial or a wax. I have gotten a few massages here and there on special occasions, but basic feminine maintenance?
It’s hard to explain to men that a fucking facial costs upwards of $100. I could barely understand it.
But my face was looking tired and Lindsay Lohan-esque, I was growing hair that I can no longer hide or comb into a pretty shape.
So I deemed this past weekend a “me” weekend.
I woke up on Saturday morning, went on a 6-mile run in great weather, and then headed out for my facial and waxing.
Now I know why facials are so expensive.
It was 60 minutes of bliss.
I felt refreshed.
Which gave me the energy to go to the mall and browse around with nothing to do and nowhere to be.
Then I decided to treat myself to a $3 cupcake. Between facials and cupcakes, I am pretty sure I’m in the WRONG business. The bake shop was packed with people willing to spend $3 on one cupcake. I could have made 12 cupcakes for $3.
I am now thinking that I should open a salon that sells cupcakes. The Bill Gates of pampering, bitches.
Anyway, I sat outside and ate my cupcake, savoring every bite and realizing how happy one little cake can make a person.
After that, I headed home to watch a movie and lay on the couch. I did that until I fell asleep. At 9 p.m.
On Sunday, I ran 10 miles and it felt great. By the time I got back, I was feeling back to normal and out of my funk.
Laef came home around 4 p.m.
His first words: Get Naked.
Good thing I am out of my funk.
halfdome621 Says:
Did your nakedness help him notice the work you had done?
Cathy Says:
You did take a shower after your run, right?
I’m jealous – I’ve never had a facial. Or a massage, actually. But I DO have a little mustache that I wax. So, we have that in common.
Nick Says:
My Mom gives facials for a living and charges $115 for them. I’ve had every one of my girlfriends get one and they have immediately jumped my bones after doing so. A nice assist from Mom.
Becky Mochaface Says:
Oooo, now I’m so excited for my first facial in a few weeks when DF goes to Costa Rica. Without me. It’s my way of saying you can take your free trip to Costa Rica and shove it.
Mom Says:
Inexpensive mini-facial hint: pour some olive oil onto your hand and then put 1-2 t. sugar on as well. Rub ’til you feel the graininess, then exfoliate your entire face (if you do it to the remainder of your body, use sea salt with the olive oil instead of sugar). $100??!!??
They are $65 in our (as reported by local media)”upscale” community!
PDXPrincess Says:
I’m getting the “barefoot and beautiful” spa treatment on Saturday! Mama massage & pedi. CAN’T WAIT…my feet are a disaster since I haven’t been able to reach them for a couple months now!
Beth Says:
Don’t know you, but this sounds like the. best. weekend. ever.
LiteralDan Says:
Am I the only one who wants to know what’s wrong with The Hurt Locker? My wife didn’t want to watch it, either. Is it because it doesn’t have Patrick Dempsey in it, or something?
And starting up a facial scam is way better than a pedicure one, because who wants to open themselves up to those potential horrors?