The nail tech called in sick today, so I *just* had a massage & a facial, no manicure. Oh, that massage was fabulous. I could get one like that every week…except for the fact that we’d be broke if I did. The spa was, of course, great.
Relaxed in the room, had a shower, relaxed some more till hubby got back. Dinner at the Italian restaurant in the hotel. Definitely went beyond the “comfort zone” (that’s for you WW folks). Bruschetta trio as appetizer. Hubby had rack of lamb, and I had a steak and a big glass of merlot. For dessert, he had the apple cannoli (“Leave the gun; take the cannoli.”), and I had Triple Chocolate Panna Cotta. Yes, I’ll be working all week to make up for that meal. Honestly, that was more worth it than a big Thanksgiving dinner. Now, we’re lounging in our hotel robes, watching TV while dinner settles.
The “traditional” anniversary gift for 10 years is supposed to be tin. I know this means I should have gotten hubby a round of golf at Pebble Beach or something (golf, tin cups, etc.), but I didn’t. Apparently, we each indpendently decided that 10 was “the year of the slippers”. I gave hubby a double-pack of golf balls (made him open them before he left this morning), a Simple Plan CD, an iTunes gift card, and a pair of slippers. He gave me a pair of satiny lounging pajamas and a pair of slippers.
