I do a face mask, oh I don’t know, once every three years or so. So when I finally get around to doing one I like to make a bit of an event out of it. This means a glass of wine, a hot bath, and a man with those sexy v-muscles in his abs feeding me grapes, you know, the usual. Or maybe I just slap it on my face and lie on my bed reading until it dries. I can’t really remember, it was last week after all.