Letting It All Hang Out

Ok- Imagine that you are lying on a table wearing only a pair of paper underpants.

And imagine that a technician that you knew very little about and in fact had only just met was smearing you from head to toe with warm, rose scented goo.

Remember that you have on only paper underpants and now the goo is cold and you are freezing.

Imagine that the same technician, once you are completely covered in goo, wraps you like a huge burrito in warm towels and a solar blanket and leaves you in a quiet room with some kickin' Peruvian hornpipe music playing lightly in the background and you fall asleep and rapidly begin drooling on said blankets.

Then imagine that in half an hour, she comes quietly in the room, kindly wipes away your drool without saying a word about it and then tells you to step over to the nice hot shower to rinse off the rosy goo.

Remember that you are wearing paper underpants.

Imagine that you have had three lovely children and that your boobs hang slightly lower than they should and your butt has a few (ok, a lot of) lumpy spots and you really suck in your tummy at the pool so it isn't all out there.

Imagine walking confidently to the shower, paper underpants, rosy goo, and sucking it all in while pretending that you have the boobs you did when you were 20. All in front of the technician that you only just met.

Imagine that the hot shower was great and that you felt very dashing prancing around in paper undies. Imagine that all of the soap in the shower smelled good and you couldn't pick which one to use so you just used them all.

Imagine that your technician had kindly left the room after removing the gooey, rosy sheets and remaking the bed for your facial (which was next), so drying off was a piece of cake and you had a lovely white robe to put on and no paper underpants in sight.

Imagine that you had one of your best days ever…………