Sunday, 16 November 2014
no pain no gain
So Mr Ripe and I
ran away reluctantly left our darlings for a relaxing night away.
Part of our pampering plans was a lovely massage.
Are you like me and prepare for a massage?
First off - the full dehair.
There should be no leg forest for the poor masseuse to have to part in order to reach your lily white skin.
Also no tufty scratchy regrowth.
Faux Fuschia) about her.
At one point, as she unleashed her whole body weight onto my lower back, I thought my ovaries might pop out and say hello.
I squeaked a little but didn't speak up.
I knew it was probably what my tight little shoulder/back needed and pondered the unfairness of tight shoulders rather than tight abs as she pummelled away.