I Could Get Used To This

Yesterday was a good day. For Christmas, Freddy saved his pennies and bought me a Day at the Spa package. I redeemed it yesterday--a 1 hour facial, manicure, pedicure, lunch, and a 1 hour full body massage.

It. was. AWESOME.

It was so nice to be taken care of and pampered. I felt like a queen. The massage therapist kept telling me to 'relax' and I finally had to tell her, "I don't know how!!" But she worked her mojo and I left there feeling loose as a goose.

Freddy and I went on a date last night. Did our usual--Saltgrass for 1/2 price appetizers and drinks. I love sitting at the bar. So many different kinds of people. Different stories, different lives. It's interesting. Feel sorry for some, annoyed by others. Some, I just shake my head and laugh. Afterwards, we went to Town Square and listened to a cover band. They weren't bad, but weren't that good either. I could tell Freddy wanted to yank the guitar away from the guy and play it the RIGHT way. The way it's SUPPOSED to be played. I love your perfectionism, Freddy. It balances my non-perfectionism (I can't think of an antonym right now--too much nutrasweet). Anyway, we came home and went to bed early. ;o)

Yesterday was a good day.

The whole fam slept in this morning, worked in the yard, went swimming, cooked hamburgers and hot dogs, and I took Joey to practice. I'm sunburned. Crispy-crisp. When will I learn that my red-headed skin doesn't like all that sunshine?!? We're about to sit down and watch a movie, then hit the sack. I'm pooped.

Today was good, too.