My massage yesterday was just what the doctor ordered. With those nifty TVs that come with the massage chairs, I managed to catch some prime-time programming so my brain could check out of the building for a while… and my masseuse sure attacked my rubber-tyre-stiff shoulders with all her force. (Commendable effort, my dear.)
I’m fantasizing about wearing the skirt with a clean white singlet and white Keds. And a chunky brown chain necklace.
Now, if only.
I am also fantasizing a LOT about the honeymoon. New York, Paris, Florence… how cool it’d be to ‘live’ like a local in these cities even for just a while? Sigh. :)