Noah is taking Shanna out for a few hours. I’m going to take a bath. I’m going to shave my entire legs instead of just the really awful part below my knee. I’m going to have a glass of wine. (I really don’t care that it is 11am.) I’m going to read in the tub until the water is freezing. I’m going to use all the lovely skin-softening bath products I own and never use. I’m going to straighten my hair.
I’m not going to do a single chore.
I could get used to this.
Sounds AWESOME!!!!!
I need a day like that! I need to depilate everything, exfoliate everything, lubricate everything, indulge in intoxicants and sweets, and not unpack a single fucking box or assemble a single fucking piece of furniture.
Maybe in a week or two.
lol…all I could think of was “Wow, no Shanna on the boob during the massage…”
Excellent! Isn’t it amazing how even the simplest things can come to feel like luxuries, given the situation.
Hooray for all of you!
sweet.
you could go really crazy
… And have personal servicies performed by someone else. I have renewed my fondness for facials. (From your place, I can recommend the cosmetology school at SJ City College). Terpsichoros goes for massages.
Good for you!