We're baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaack! We had an amazing time - buffets, swimming pools, and mile upon mile of gorgeous ocean. Here's my favorite story for you:
Marty had a day off, so he banished me to the spa for a couple of hours while he watched Little Lord Sebastian (who was feeling his oats thanks to unlimited trips to the previously mentioned buffets). I go down and, while I'm deciding what overpriced goo I want slathered onto my face, I'm accosted by the "medi-spa" team who proceeds to offer me Botox and collagen injections. Presumably because I need it. While I was still seething with righteous indignation, I was escorted down to the Thermal Suite - an amazing room with heated chairs, tropical rain showers, a dry sauna, and two aromatherapy steam rooms. In other words, heaven. After lounging blissfully on a heated chair for awhile, I figured I'd try out the Tropical Rain Shower. I go in, turn on the water (a delightful cascade from the faucet above), and see a button labeled "Tropical Mist". Sounds lovely, right? I press it, and at least eight water jets shoot out of the wall and nearly blast me out of the stall. I almost drowned as I tried to figure out how to turn them off! Oh, Dear Reader, how I wish you could have witnessed the hilarity of this moment! I'll leave you with this image, and we'll jump back into the grind tomorrow - simplifying holiday decorating. Get your tinsel ready!
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