A.K.A. reason #6,932 why I may not be going to heaven.

Wednesdays are made just for Mom2Amara.

Dad2Amara is responsible for taking Amara to Grandma2Amara's house and then picking her up at the end of the day.

Me? I just need to make sure I look presentable for work.

If you haven't guessed, I'm having a bad week. Heck, I'm having a bad 2007. So to destress, I treated myself to a spa massage today.

I love this spa. I start with a steam bath to clear my mind. I then toss on a lush bathrobe and get ready for my foot treatment. The lights are dimmed and it's just the glow of a fireplace and some nearby candles in the room. A mix of floral and spice fill the air. I then indulge in a full body massage. It all just delights my senses. I feel rejuvenated every time. It's luxury at it's best.

But I. Am. Evil.

As I sat waiting to be brought into my therapy room, I took in everything that surrounded me. And that included the sight of a frail man, perhaps in his late 80's/early 90's, walking in with only his bathrobe on. I overheard his conversation with his therapist and could immediately tell he had never had a massage before.

And the first thing I thought? Eeeew, creepy. Pedophile.

I am all about the metrosexual. I actually wish Dad2Amara would pamper himself once in awhile with a massage.

But this client just seemed like he was looking forward to having a young therapist's hands on him. He was oogling each woman as she passed. Yuck.

I don't know this guy. And maybe all he really did want was a relaxing day at the spa. But to me, he was unpleasant. And he made me nervous. Almost ruined my trip to the spa.

Almost :)
today's good: Hello? Massage!
today's bad: I made out to run last night. Did even better than my first run earlier this week. I was hoping to go for a run tonight since Dad2Amara teaches tomorrow night but this horrible icky sore throat came upon me this afternoon and I haven't been able to shake it. So I'm taking it easy in bed tonight. Hopefully I'll be in tip top shape tomorrow.


  1. So jealous of your spa day! It sounds wonderful (absent the creepy pedophile). I'm having a bad week myself, so you're not alone.


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