R-E-L-A-X

So yesterday I was treated to a day of "relaxation" at a somewhat local spa.  Sounds great right?  It was- minus my own ability to be able to actually RELAX! I learned that I can add yet another thing to the growing list of things I am not good at...singing, dancing, (OMG the dancing) aerobics, okay, basically anything that takes talent and coordination, but now I get to add something that takes neither talent nor coordination, RELAXATION!

Here I am on the massage table, calming music, dimmed lights, candles, I am face down on a heated pad and there is a nice soft warm sheet on top of me and a warm comfy blanket over that, my face is in that little hole and guess what pops into my head?  If you guessed the episode of "Friends" in which Rachel is getting a massage by Phoebe at the massage place that Phoebe 'claims' to hate you are correct!  I notice the therapists shoes (tennis shoes in case you are wondering) and whether or not her hands are tired yet!?  I start thinking about what it must be like to be a massage therapist and how it might not be very enjoyable depending on your client.  At some point I think about how the world has gone wrong, *laugh out loud here*.  All in all, it was a nice morning, I learned that my right shoulder and my upper back are very tight and I should consider getting massages more often, I have a Paypal account if anyone is interested in donating to my muscle health, please email me for more information.  During my very first pedicure I learned that I take very good care of my feet and  I also picked out my pedicurist/manicurist favorite color of nail polish...I bet she tells everyone that!

When I am done I realize that in the rush to get myself and my Mini Man out the door I have failed to eat, it is one o'clock.  So, I head to the nearest town that has a Chick Fil A, the only fast food I will eat and I order a bowl of their chicken tortilla soup and head to Walmart in the same little shopping area.  Normally I have said Mini Man in tow so any shopping trip is done at break neck speed.  I follow the list, generally in my head and quite unreliable and do very little "browsing".  I believe I heard them order security (oh my, just heard Angela Johnson from Mad TV) to follow me through the store.  I must have looked like a deer caught in headlights, I think I touched most everything I went past.  Who knew there were SO many brands of shampoo?  Inevitably I got the kind that matches our current conditioner because God knows I have to match.