Saturday, March 27, 2010

"Ah, there's the rub"

Another (very long) day at work. Lots of clothes. Lots of steaming. Lots of folding. 
I have decided that I either need a husband or a personal masseuse, because my back is killing me and a massage would be really nice right about now. 
Why can't I live in a spa? 

ps. Candi, thinking about a massage made me think about a massage chair. I think you know where I'm going with that. Ha ha. 

2 comments:

Candi said...

Oh, Good times. And, why can't we live in a spa??? I think that's a totally legit question.

Susan said...

Your mom will kill me for saying this but....
Go with the masseuse...There's way too much obligation that comes from this kind of contact with a husband.
By the way...I read my comment to my sweet husband before I published this comment.