Random Rejuvenation

Ooooh, do you know what this is?

No, not an ultrasound set up. It was spa day yesterday, and that was the scene of my facial. I am sure it took every single one of those magical bottles for the woman to try to combat the effects of this long cold winter on my skin. There was a reflecting room at the spa as well. Peaceful reflection can turn to a barrage of thoughts attacking if you aren't careful. 

Hi Mom and Mary (of monkey fame). Your chairs look really comfy!

Not sure which is more risky: disturbing others in the quiet room, sharing chairs with Mary (of knee scooter and Chex Mix fame), or taking selfies.

 This was such an upgrade from our mammogram waiting room selfie though.

 We even had better culinary choices than lollipops...

 ...and ate lunch in our robes!

I can assure you that this is not how I spend my average day. In fact, you can check out one of my recent my morning itineraries over at World's Worst Moms. (I feel comfortable there for some reason.)

Ugh, Fozzie (aka Short Legs) would like me to let you know how he feels about his day. It started by him wandering too far into the yard looking for the perfect bathroom spot. He ended up sort of stuck in a snowbank with only three feet that were able to function. He was mad because I refused to boot up in my pajamas to rescue him. I made the mistake of helping him out once, but that was more because there were people here and I just couldn't stand the pitiful. Of course, as soon as I got the camera, he was filled with enough warmth to make a break for the door.

The shivering was a bit out of control from his three minute ordeal, so he was properly bundled, and suitably pathetic.

Fozzie would also like me to update you on the superhero sidekick quest. (I tried to tell him that was a Sunday thing, but you see what he's been through.) He thinks this cape is suitable...he has been Camo-fozzed!