$pa Ca$h
I’ve come to think there’s no greater gift than spa gift certificates. I woke up one morning and, to my surprise, my email inbox contained $100 myLT Buck$. While the name might look like something designed by whoever named Ke$ha (and for what? Why? And why are her songs so damn catchy?) I quickly found out these myLT Buck$ are worth REAL MONEY at the spa. It was like someone giving me a Benjamin and saying, “there you go, kid. But only if you spend it on a manicure.” Yes, please!
Long story (kinda) short, this Thursday will find me manicured and facialed up. And for free. Life is good.
