Back in September, while on maternity leave, one of my good friends, whom I also work with, stopped by my house with a gift for me.
A gift certificate for a 45 minute full body massage to the spa directly across the street from work.
I scheduled it for my lunch today.
I’ve been trying to stay awake ever since.
I highly recommend a lunchtime massage for everyone.
E.
Meh. You females and your massages and spas.
Who needs 'em?
I’ve got no stress!!
…I get told I’m a carrier, though…
Every Monday morning, I spend 45 minutes being kneaded and twisted by the Incredible Jennifer.
I would never start a week without her now.
Hm. Maybe I’ve got this massage thing all wrong…
STOP FOLLOWING ME, Senor Autobus Muchacho!
Heh.
Thanks, now I’ve got that sappy 70’s tune running thru my head all day again. :eek: Perhaps a massage might help ease the stress . . . 