Facial

Yesterday, my mom took me to some weird spa place to get a facial. 

 (She had bought a certificate for a facial at my school's auction.) Anyway, at first I wasn't sure I was going to like it, but I really didn't have a choice in the matter so I went along with it. The spa place, DeSpain Cayce, was very nice (and very expensive). They treat all kinds of patients there: people wanting a facial, skin cancer patients, and anything else to do with skin. After waiting in the lobby, a lady said they were ready to see me now. Dragging my mother along we walking into a small, but cozy little room with a tiny waterfall thingymabob and soft cushioned seats. During the facial they massaged, cleaned, rubbed, steamed, and poked my face until it was almost "glowing." Once all this was over they did a makeup application and tried to coax my mom into buying some really expensive makeup (she didn't give in.) Now I feel beautifully clean! Let's just say though I'm not going to be doing that again anytime soon unless my mom wins another certificate for a free facial.