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Honours year, and the going was tough. Going to uni at hours I didn't know existed, to check up on experiments. Going to uni on weekends, for God's sake. Writing methods, hypotheses, tabling results, hoping against hope that things would go OK - there's no margin for error as an honours student. At the end of the week, there was little I could do other than collapse into my bed and sleep.

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I was very excited to find out that on my birthday, my husband had gotten me a full day spa treatment. When the day finally came, my husband took the kids, and I left for a day of blissful relaxation. I gave my husband a big kiss, and left. I arrived at the spa, and was greeted by a tall redhead wearing what appeared to be the typical greeter’s uniform, a white button up blouse and a short skirt, with high heals.

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