Tuesday, August 17, 2010

I have such a sweet husband. This morning he trundled me out the door and off to a massage appointment. My back, neck, and shoulders are happy. 

Chris, you are a peach.

Were I one of those people that was born insanely rich, I think my splurge would be a weekly massage: 800 count sheets and a Rolls Royce are nice, I suppose, but certainly don't beat a good foot rub.