We'll give it a try

Cinco de Mayo. I have a good amount of Dos Equis. I've got Norah Jones' Come Away with Me in my iPod. I have fru-fru smelly candle things. I am going to take a bubble bath and I'm not coming out until either I'm a prune or the whole album is over. If this doesn't make me blissfully happy, I'm in a world of hurt.

UPDATE: I am so pruney that I could seriously become a cat burglar. I don't think I have any fingerprints anymore. No one could ever lift a fingerprint off anything I touch right now. Not even Gil Grissom.