"Can you bring me home a Diet Coke and a masseuse?"
"I might be able to bring you home a Diet Coke."
"You could be my masseuse."
"Ha Ha Ha"
"What is so funny," I ask myself. "Did I sound like I was joking?"
I really could have used a massage tonight, but I guess a Diet Coke will do. A little caffeine....a little quiet, a little less shoulder tension, a little less pain in my head.
Maybe he will realize I was serious. Maybe not.
3 comments:
I'm sorry Shellie, Sam's that way with lotion on my feet or painting my toes :( He'll do the lotion once in a while, but I got a big old baby belly still and it's tough to breathe while I'm painting! A little help would be nice :)
Masseuse, huh? No wonder super stud Steve laughed. Try asking him to be your masseur.
Love you.
Oops...Next time I will use dictionary.com. I was freaked out there for a second thinking I had put something really bad. So, I looked it up. Phew!
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