Poor Hubby — Chevy and the Chevy Malibu are spoiling me.
REALLY spoiling me.
Thanks to the remote-start feature, I never have to enter a blazing hot, steaming car.
Thanks to the back-seat DVD player, I never have to hear my daughter ask in a tired, whining voice, “How much longer?“.
Thanks to the XM radio, I can always find the perfect music for my mood . . . Sinatra, Broadway, Coffeehouse Indie Artists. I bet I could even find loud, screaming, angry music if I needed it.
But, I don’t need it — especially after Monday.
What happened Monday? Massage Envy happened Monday.
I asked my girlfriend, Laurie, to go with me. Laurie isn’t a Mama yet, but this girl NEEDED a massage. This amazingly patient woman just directed four weeks of Vacation Bible School. FOUR WEEKS!!!! Can you imagine being surrounded by a hundred little kids for HOURS . . . every day . . . for FOUR WEEKS?
Oy — I need a massage just thinking about it!
The result of our time at Massage Envy was pure, beautiful, peaceful, tranquil, relaxing, AWESOMENESS.
As of today, Chevy has banked more points than Hubby and has made this mama become accustomed to a certain level of pampering.
What does that mean for Hubby? He better get busy if he wants to catch up.
