Pink Asparagus

To celebrate tax day Amy and I decided to check out how the other half lives. We took advantage of spa week at the Ritz-Carlton Spa. I was ready to move in before any of the treatments. Yes, I would have missed my family. But I could have soaked away my sadness in the whirlpool. (I apologize for the quality of the pictures – it’s hard to get good pictures sans flash without a tripod.)

First we sat in here

And then in here

And then here

Where we sat here and drank fruit infused water and ate yogurt covered pretzels

And then a massage, a facial and this on my toes

I looked like this

All shiny and oily because I didn’t scrub enough in their shower with their soap before I wore their robe and dried my hair with their blow dryer.

The extraordinary wealthy might be that way because they don’t have to waste their money on shampoo, conditioner, soap, blow dryers, curling irons, hair brushes, q-tips, mouthwash or tampons (that’s all the stuff we had available to use).

I can’t wait to go again, just 51 more weeks until spa week!