In which I tell you about my first mini-facial

Yesterday, before picking up Babboo from school, I met my good (and very pregnant) friend Vesper at our local Gene Juarez salon and spa. Vesper was lucky enough to hook us both up with a special promotional mini-facial. Apparently the spa was trying out some new products and wanted to try them out on some lovely ladies. Enter Vesper (who, although very pregnant, is smokin' hott) and myself (who is not pregnant and not even steamin' hott). We were both pretty jazzed and anxious for a quick (read: hour) mini-facial. Mostly I was looking forward to an hour outside of my apartment and some mommy-time.

And since sparkling cider and dipped strawberries were involved, it was better then I could have imagined. Look at me chilling out in the waiting area. You can almost see my wrinkles and stress leaving my face. And time? Who worries about silly things like time when you're getting a mini-facial?

Nothing makes you forget the fact that you're lugging around a child in your womb like spending some (well deserved) time at the spa. Vesper rocked the robe the spa gave us. And I hated blacking out her eyes...because darn, the robe really made our blue eyes just pop. Nothing makes you feel like a bigger loser then having your pregnant friend looking way better then your non-pregnant self. Hey, I'm just sayin'.

Unfortunately I had to bug out early to pick up my kid before closing time at the school. Fortunately I was able to receive the full facial and only miss out on the "make-up portion" of the event. I am currently set on my make-up routine. But I did need some assistance with my skin. So this facial was just what the doctor ordered.

Today, my skin feels rejuvenated. I feel like I'm 19 again.

Okay, that's a lie. But it was a good way to spend my afternoon. Thanks Vesper, for letting me tag along!