This is my second post of the day. Scroll down to read more about how great I am.

I have become obsessed with a part of my body; I just can’t leave it alone. It is my skin.

My sister-in-law is opening a spa and enlisted my family to research the offerings of the spa in our Las Vegas hotel. In the name of family harmony, Rob and I selflessly (and repeatedly) delivered ourselves into the hands of massage therapists, manicurists, and Jacuzzi attendants; the most haunting episode of all was my appointment with the facialist, who forced me at gunpoint to purchase so much product that, were I to apply it all faithfully, it would take me from dawn to dusk for the morning creams, ointments, and potions alone. Naturally, overachiever that I am, I do this every day and get only a few minutes’ rest before moving on to the strict nighttime regimen.

I am not sure if my skin looks better because of all the attention or because keeping all of that product straight has crowded the things causing my worry lines right out of my mind.