Thai-orture. Ha.

Holy Hot Rod Happy Friday!
Bill had been at a clothing convention.  And...of course rocked it.  Everything turned out perfect. After three nights in Vegas...(I know, roll your eyes, poor baby..ha) we actually aren't Vegas people. Truth is, we'd rather sit on some beach somewhere opposed to a casino filled with smoke.  boom.

But...adding new clients, new designs, and introducing the new logo.  It rocked....and so you will see new designs and changes like this.  Simple. Modest. Amazing.

So while I waited throughout my day to pick him up. Yes, I still get butterflies when driving to the airport to get him. I guess that's a good sign, right?   With that being said, my little afternoon delightful surprise for him..was......a massage. Lat tee freakin dah...a massage.  And to top things off, I booked it at a Thai Place. Recommended by my buddy Cindy.  We pull into the driveway, smiles on our faces, and giggles in our souls.  I don't know why, but there's something always awkward about massages.  And massage places. Kind of creepy if you ask me.  But heck, it's my surprise. It's a cute little date before a yummy dinner. So, now, without further delay, let me set the tone:  We walk in...the place is immaculate. The people are super sweet.  And the place was Q.U.I.E.T.  And when things are too quiet, the silly side comes out in me.  Yes, indeed.  We are both quickly escorted into different rooms. Super cute, wooden floored rooms.  Nice beds, little tables.. and hangers for my stuff.  The sweet girl comes in to put a big bucket of water by the bedside.  Here, put u feet here, i come back.  ME: Oh, ok...smiling, I put my feet in the super cute wooden big bucket, with perfectly hot temped water. I then realize I want to toss my gum out of my mouth, so I find the little trash across from me.  I decide "I can make it".  And....I don't.  At this point, I have this wrap cloth around me.  Dressed in just that.  Gum staring at me on the floor, and ANY SECOND she is gonna tap on that door for her return.  So, I jump off the table, grab the gum, toss in trash, and DIDNT get a chance to dry my wet feet spot.  ha.  I began to dwell on it.  She comes in.  I have this serious urge to laugh.  Like big time laugh.  And it won't go away.

If any of you  have had a "Thai" Massage, let it be known, I HAVE NEVER.  And what began as "torture", continued for N.I.N.E.T.Y.  minutes.  Grunting my way through it.  Holding my eyes closed super tight, at times feeling like tears were gonna fall.  She would continue to "get out my knots".  I would pray the clock was speeding up.  And again, still had this desire to crack up.  At one several points she was on top of my back, my legs, and my shoulders.  Take note, she was twice the size of me. I could hear her breathing.  All I could do to not laugh, was from the pain.  All along thinking...hmmm I thought "Massage" meant FEEL good, and relax.

I made it through.  After my torture ended, I had oil in my hair.  I could hear Bill outside of the room in the reception hall.  We both smiled, paid, left and cracked up in the parking lot.  We were both red eyed, oily and wiped out.  For me, more out of complete "shock". HA!
We stepped over into a nice little Thai restaurant where we sulked with our fav Pineapple rice, with veggies and of course, WINE.
After collapsing into bed, and watching "Wrecking Wars".  I know be jealous, we dozed off after our own wrecking war, to awake a few hours later with THEE SOREST BODIES EVER.  It's 11pm, were stumbling to get advil. Kind of laughing.  Until this morning.  "Those knots" she worked on?  Yea, I am bruised.

I'm working.  I do have a long day.  I have learned that "Thai" massages aren't for me.  Maybe B, but not me.  I enjoyed being back together.  More experiences we go through together.  That's the funny part. The stuff we've done, and look back on.  Hey, it was a good deal.  And I never fly by a good deal.

And of course Super Man is back at it today.  Busy as ever.  Groggy and sore as ever.  But things are rockin.  It's FRIDAY. And today is Officially Margarita Day.  For serious and sho. It is.  And that means, let's get the chips and salsa ordered, that special glass rimmed with salt ready.  Because the sun is shining, my knots are out.
Man it's been a great week.  My kids are safe.  My kids are healthy.  My house is dirty.  Which means I did nothing.  The fridge is empty, which answers even more questions.

But my baby is back.  The sun is shining.  It's Margarita Day.  And my knots are out. Is that cheese on my sides? Yes it is.  EEwwwwwww!  dang it.  yum.  now stop looking. 

u likey knots out? just breathe. you b fine. rellllax.

And this will conclude my Thai experience.

Let's rendezvous on Monday?  Deal? Deal.

Great, see you then.

Chow.

xoxo

off for more advil.  boom