So, we arrived at our appointment, stripped to our skivvies and got under the pre-warmed white sheet and magic ensued. I cannot even describe it but really it was bliss. So much bliss that I think that if we can afford it we will be going once a month. Almost Husband likes his massages and I am in no way a masseuse.
I could get used to this.
Afterward, because ya know, we were feeling healthy and junk, we hit up In N Out burger...my choice of course. FYI they don't sell bottled water there, just cups of water and you don't even get a fun palm tree cup you get a cup that looks like it came from the bathroom. It made me sad.
Then we came home and watched the classic Seinfeld episode, The Masseuse. It was brilliant.
All Jerry wanted was a massage. Sadface.
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