WHAT A DAY.
LilZ and I have had a good day together. We really enjoyed our spa visit and I am thinking he may now use his charlie horses/growing pains he gets in his legs as an excuse to go back for another hot stone foot/calf massage. I told him, “When I got leg cramps growing up, I soaked my leg in hot water. From a paint bucket. Suck it up.” And then I told him about walking to school uphill in the snow, barefoot. But for today? It was awesome.
Although – I did want to smack the girl who walked into the room and said “Did someone choose number 9?” with a look on her face like she was smelling shit. Twelve day old rotting in the sun shit. I mean – she looked DISGUSTED. And who chose number nine? ME. And did it smell like shit? No. It smelled like patchouli. The ex-hippy in me couldnt resist. She should come visit our house. Between cat litter and dirty diapers, I could show her smells that deserve that look much more than hippy-smelling foot soak.