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I was chatting with Justin not long ago, recounting the holiday gifts I'd received. One of them was a certificate for an 80 minute massage/facial (oh joy!) along with a huge bag of skincare supplies. I'm pretty fastidious about skincare, perhaps overly so. I've been using La Mer and Fresh for years now, but my routine is to cleanse, apply eye cream and moisturize, and use sunscreen in the morning. If my skin is looking dull and patchy, I'll use Fresh's Brown Sugar or Remede's exfoliating scrub, and if it's the weekend and I feel like indulging myself, I'll use a mask. The bag o'supplies were the Epicuren facial kit, a brand I'd seen at my facialist's, but hadn't really heard much about. There were various tonics and serums, alpha hydroxy products (which quite frankly, frighten me) and stuff called "metadermabolic enzyme treatment" (which might just frighten me even more).

"What the hell am I gonna do with this??" I wondered "I'm sure it was pricey, but this is a little beyond me!"

Without missing a beat, Justin replied, "Well, girl, you *are* turning 30!"

My distressed cries of anguish were only drowned out by his hoots of laughter.

That's okay. Because he's turning 30 less than a month after I do.