As part of my montly membership fees, my gym - Total Woman - offers either a monthly massage or a monthly facial. Given I tend toward blackheads the size of Rex's famous paella dish, I utilize the zit squeeze treatment.
Every month I dread taking the hour out to get this done. "That's 40 dollars I could be spending paying off my credit card," I think. But the moment I slip into that soft cotton robe, I unwind.
Today, as the steam poured over my face and Tomoko massaged my hands, my mind turned to Rex. "He'd love this," I pondered. "I should get some candles, some soft music, some white sheets, some towels, and rub him up like a cajun chicken."
If you're thinking he's going to get a "happy ending" you might just be right.
But honestly, it wouldn't surprise me if he fell asleep. He's been working like a fiend lately. Instead of getting all cranky about gobs of time spent with children and household duties, I'm attepting to put myself in his shoes. "How would I wantRead More »from Massaging Rex For a Happy Ending