Yesterday the kink in my neck and I walked into the chiropractors office.
We'd been together (the kink and I) for a week or so and I was feeling like it was time to end our relationship.
My chiropractor took one look at me and sent me in for a massage. Now chiropractic massages are not like spa massages, meaning there are no sweet smelling candles or ocean wave music or silky lotions...just a plain room and a woman with cement blocks for fists.
But she persuaded my kink to leave.
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Last weekend was my nieces 1st birthday party and let me tell you, my sister-in-law Joanna throws the BEST theme parties. Plus, she makes super cute kids. And fun blue margaritas.
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And Inga...you (sigh) are awesome. You even inspired me to go jogging.
(ok, so I didn't really go jogging. But I thought about jogging, which is as close to jogging as I've come in a long, long time.)
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Love, love, love it all! You crack me up!
ReplyDeleteAwww!! Thanks--love you too! I wish I could say Inga inspired me to jog, but, no.
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