B's first facial

There comes a time in every man's life when he crosses to the "girlie" side. It's my husband's time tomorrow. We will be getting husband / wife facials to scrub the India grit out of our pores. We were the kind of newlyweds that wanted to be "original" about our honeymoon destination. What that really meant is instead of sunbathing on quite idyllic beaches, we spent four weeks playing chicken with cows and Indian drivers, comparing whose nose output was blacker and growing zits like teenagers. It took a month in a third world country for my husband to finally give in to his feminine needs, but he'll realize there is nothing wussy about getting a facial. Only women with our superior pain thresholds would put ourselves through these painful rituals just to have glowing skin. I have a feeling that post-facial, my husband will have a new appreciation of what I do to stay young and beautiful for him. Stay tuned if he'll be joining me for a pedicure next.