Ahhhhhhh

Holy Hell did last week kick my ass. 

 

Whew, still catching my breath. 

Dinner with A was unbelievable, thanks y'all for the well wishes – which I passed along simply by saying "you have so many people behind you, you can't even imagine."  A's chemo is over, she has a couple of weeks until radiation starts. Dinner was delish.  Her and I are "running" a 5k on the 12th. Pray for us both!

 

On Saturday? I had myself a spa day. Mmmm hmmm. Finally was able to get an appointment with my favorite back bruiser.  Ana is a 50ish year old Russian woman who has magical hands. I honestly don't know if you say her name AH-na or ANN-na, but in my mind I refer to hear as Ahhhhhhhhhhna.

 

She's That Good.

 

I booked 90 minutes to give her enough time to properly bruise me. She does trigger point therapy first, and then the full body massage "for pleasure, naht pain." Her words. I can barely keep a straight face when she says it, but guess it doesn't matter as my head is all squished into that face-donut-circle-thingy.   

 

After the Massahhhhhhhhge, I drove to another salon for a facial. I bought one on Groupon and was glad they could get me in the same day – but to be honest? I'll never go back. It's like they rushed through things and I just had the feeling they were giving me subpar service because it was Groupon. Either that or they suck all the time.  Regardless, I won't go back. 

Aren't I a fickle little bitch like that?

I am, it's OK to share the sentiment. 

You may want to reconsider saying it to my face, though.  Sometime soon I'm doing a giveaway. That shit makes me happy. Here's a preview of her shop: http://www.etsy.com/shop/FrillyFramesNThings

Cute?

Cute.

fin.