Today, I embraced my inner "real housewife". That show is my guilty pleasure to the max. I love to put it on when folding laundry so I can transport myself to world of massive diamonds, mansions, and luxiourous vacations. OK, actually they can keep all that. My daydream is all about the team of nannies, housekeepers, stylists, and personal chef. Anyway, having studied the self-indulgent housewife carefully, I left my darlings with a babysitter and drove my gas-guzzling SUV to lunch out, the salon, and Starbucks. (For me, Starbucks seems like the ultimate indulgence, possibly since all financial advice columns refer to giving up one of their coffees a day to become a millionaire)
In my defense, I used Groupons originally purchased to be a post-labor rejuvenation day I am just getting around to now. Also, while I asked for 'natural', I ended up looking like a crazy doll.