I'm dreaming of a spa resort, with luxurious mud wraps and salt scrubs, relaxing soaks in mineral springs, and massages everyday. And when not being completely pampered, I will be sitting in a lovely hammock (stolen from Lemon Stand -- don't worry, I'll return it) listening to the sounds of the waves crashing on white sandy beaches and smelling the salt air.Maybe I just pretend to be there tonight as I drift off to sleep listening to my Sounds of the Ocean CD. Now if only I had a sea-scented candle. Ahhh, that would almost make it real. Almost.