I’m not sure it’s time yet. There are no crunchy leaves or cool breezes. I’m not in long sleeves and shorts or boots with my dresses. But lucky for you I love you more than pumpkin spice (who has to wait longer) and I’m ready to let you come on over a little earlier.
I guess the caramel apple party can start now. Break out your butterscotch Schnapps and Kissed Caramel vodka.
You have two options for these pudding shots. The knock your socks off boozy pudding shot, or the “Mmmm, I can taste the booze a little, this is nice” pudding shotI like them both, I suppose it depends on how rowdy you’re feeling. 😉
I’m sorry for the lack of posts lately. With a few new projects at work and crashing on my book deadline (which I promise to stop complaining about) the blog has had to take a back seat.
I knew things were going to get crazy toward the end of the summer so a few months ago I planned a little get away to reward myself and decompress.
I ended up doing a solo spa day at The Salamander Resort and it was exactly what I needed. This place is like a little piece of heaven 45 minutes away from my house. Amazing.
Nick took on daddy duty all day and I booked a blueberry facial for 10:30am. I showed up a few hours early so I could use the other spa amenities.
Guys, I’ve never been to a spa before. I was actually a little bit clueless when I walked in but I think I picked the right one for my first experience.
I got my own soft cushy robe and a locker. I was able to shower first and shave my legs (I don’t have time for even that lately, poor Nick). I soaked in this “vitality pool” for awhile and let the waterfall massage my shoulders.