Last week Chris and I were watching the tail end of a NZ version one of those "save us from certain financial doom!" type shows - at one point when they were going over various things with "this week's" struggling couple they (read here - financial "experts") allowed the woman to be treated to a manicure. As she sat having her nails done they explained to her that we have to allow ourselves at least one treat for sanity reasons and that this would be her one treat that she would still be allowed to have. At this point I turned to Chris and said,
"My one treat is to have hair ripped violently from my legs with hot wax. Yup, that's my treat."