Went to work for about three hours this morning, then turned around and came home to sleep. A very draggy day.
And since our last attempt to go to Canada was hampered by full hotels, Rob and I are planning to go up this coming weekend instead. I must get better. I must.
This morning as I got out of the shower, I thought of Corey in an inspirational way. If it weren't for you, Corey, I wouldn't have gone to work at all this morning. Even if I didn't stick it out the whole day, I managed to get in. And unlike my dear sweet husband, I promised I won't blame it on you if I'm still sick this weekend...for you know, if the thought of you had propelled him to work, he'd likely blame still being sick on you too as in, 'if it weren't for her, I'd have stayed home with chicken soup...it's all her fault!' :>
Did I mention last week that Christie and Jean met me and Liz at Liz's house for cheese, crackers and Girl Scout Cookies? We had a good time gossiping and getting caught up, as Christie and Jean both left the company; when they worked with us, we all commuted together, and now it's just me and Liz left. It's nice to be the last one in the group to have hit forty. In my high school group, I'm the first one to reach that milestone, as my friend Dianne pointed out.
I've decided that leg waxing isn't worth the time and effort (I'm doing a different spa service every other week or so, in a year-long celebration of my birthday). I definitely won't be into any bikini waxing! But the spa pedicure...ahhhh. That I can and will do again. Generally, I don't like people touching or looking at my feet. They are classic "luau" feet, meant for going barefoot and hardened to life on with only rubbah slippahs to protect them. It was so nice though to have someone soak them and scrub them and massage my legs with scented sea salts, then dip the little tootsies into a parafin bath and cover them with warm towels. Mmm. It was a very soothing experience.
Next time, I will be attempting a facial. I don't think I'm quite ready for the seaweed body wrap. Yet.
And since our last attempt to go to Canada was hampered by full hotels, Rob and I are planning to go up this coming weekend instead. I must get better. I must.
This morning as I got out of the shower, I thought of Corey in an inspirational way. If it weren't for you, Corey, I wouldn't have gone to work at all this morning. Even if I didn't stick it out the whole day, I managed to get in. And unlike my dear sweet husband, I promised I won't blame it on you if I'm still sick this weekend...for you know, if the thought of you had propelled him to work, he'd likely blame still being sick on you too as in, 'if it weren't for her, I'd have stayed home with chicken soup...it's all her fault!' :>
Did I mention last week that Christie and Jean met me and Liz at Liz's house for cheese, crackers and Girl Scout Cookies? We had a good time gossiping and getting caught up, as Christie and Jean both left the company; when they worked with us, we all commuted together, and now it's just me and Liz left. It's nice to be the last one in the group to have hit forty. In my high school group, I'm the first one to reach that milestone, as my friend Dianne pointed out.
I've decided that leg waxing isn't worth the time and effort (I'm doing a different spa service every other week or so, in a year-long celebration of my birthday). I definitely won't be into any bikini waxing! But the spa pedicure...ahhhh. That I can and will do again. Generally, I don't like people touching or looking at my feet. They are classic "luau" feet, meant for going barefoot and hardened to life on with only rubbah slippahs to protect them. It was so nice though to have someone soak them and scrub them and massage my legs with scented sea salts, then dip the little tootsies into a parafin bath and cover them with warm towels. Mmm. It was a very soothing experience.
Next time, I will be attempting a facial. I don't think I'm quite ready for the seaweed body wrap. Yet.
posted by Owl Chick at 3/12/2002 08:32:00 PM
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