E. L. Lane Writer

Image taken from:  https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/3/32/Hilton_Fort_Lauderdale_Beach_Resort.jpg This post contains affiliate links.* After our  two-hour spa retreat  and our delicious  lunch , we drive to the hotel. We already had our  Groupon  to stay for one night.*  We arrive at the  Hilton Fort Lauderdale Beach Resort  and the valet, Kathy, let’s us know that parking is available as valet only and costs $39 plus tax per night, but that we can go in and out as we please(The cost of parking was mentioned in the e-mail when we booked the hotel, but who reads emails anymore?). We give Kathy our car, and head for the lobby. We didn’t get a chance to check out the “‘smoking oasis,’” but it did pique our interest. It’s not a huge lobby, but it looks clean and smells fancy. We wait for our turn to check in. The pleasant woman checking us in at the front desk explains that our room isn’t ready ye...

Don’t be like me. Don’t judge this book by its cover. This post contains affiliate links.* Bored and stressed with the drudgery of the everyday grind, my husband and I agreed that it was time for a getaway. No toddler, dog, or responsibilities — only he and I. We wanted to do something relaxing, so we took to the internet to see what affordable options were available for a couple who wants to relax. I suggested a couple’s massage because what’s more relaxing than a couple of strangers feeling us up in the same room? (All joking aside, massages are a must for me — they’re like little stress release tune ups that I must have once or twice a year in order to function like an almost-sane adult human being, instead of an uppity adolescent porcupine.) We looked at Groupon and found a lot of inexpensive local couple’s massages, but one particular deal stood out to us for two reasons: (1) it was an hour away from our immediate neighborhood (Exotic, no?), and (2) it in...