The Inner Spa Treatment and a laugh...

First let me tell you this is the first time I visited a spa for your 'Innards', and it was an experience.

You drive up and it does not look like a fancy pants kind of place. No I had to walk around...call them to check again where it was...Oh, around the back... A typical snowy day here in Jersey. Beautiful flurries coming down, roads were fine, so no excuse not to go through with my spa treatment. Walking in they hand you a sheet to fill out asking you various health questions as you sip on some of their citrus water, and the place smells really nice. Once you complete your whole family history your spa adviser comes out and takes you to your room.

Removing my coat, hat, and sitting down in the folding chair that is way too small for any person to sit in, she begins asking me about my diet. Each spa adviser is a trained and certified nurse. We go over my, well, lets face it, crappy eating, sleeping and work habits over the past year. We talk about alternatives, since by the way certified in nutrition, but hey...we all fail at some point in one of our careers in life... We agree on a treatment plan, and I climb on the table to have her insert a... Okay this was my pain today, so I will spare the details...I feel squeaky clean now!

Now, it just hurts to laugh...Alexis over @ Running Away? I'll will help you pack posted a blog with one of the commercials from the Super Bowl; that was too funny...reminds me of why I do not let my hubby drive when we go somewhere...