Facials

The last time I had a facial, it was nice but not outstanding. On a scale of 1-10, I would rate it about a 7. I have had better - and definitely had worse!

In particular, there was the three-visit special offer I bought from a trolling solicitor who stopped in at work one day. Each visit was for a facial plus one other service.

The first visit included a hot oil treatment for my hands . . . it would have been nice if she had given me a chance to take off my rings first!

The second visit had an introduction to microdermabrasion. I spent the next three days looking and feeling like someone had taken a blowtorch to my face. My husband told me that if I ever want to do that again, he has plenty of sandpaper.

The third visit included an acid peel. The first drop touched my skin and then I was clinging to the ceiling with all claws fully extended - was this woman some kind of sadist or just stupid?!

She also had a serious obsession with oil. She ended each facial by slathering some kind of special and unique oil all over my face and neck and then ushering me out the door. Like I really want to face the world looking like I just dived into a pool of Quaker State . . .

But I didn't have to worry about that this last time. I could relax and enjoy myself. It was going to be wonderful!!! I asked for extra steaming . . .

Which was great until the steamer ran low and spit scalding water on me. I am pretty sure they heard me yelp at least three blocks away . . .

So the search for the perfect facial continues . . . in the meantime, time cruises on . . . leaving tire tracks and the occasional pot hole across my aging visage . . .

(sigh)