My daughter has a massaging lounge chair.  I’m not kidding, it actually has little massage nodes that go up and down her back while it vibrates and plays soothing music.

I don’t have a massaging lounge chair.  I have a rocking chair that squeaks when it rocks.  I have a lawn chair that capsizes when I breath on it, which I can’t use anyway because it’s approximately 450° outside.  And I have something that vibrates, but it’s not quite the same.

My dog went to the spa today.  They bathed him, groomed him, manicured his nails and dressed him up for a night on the town in a sharp blue bandana.  Then they shined his teeth up and spritzed him with “Timmy Holedigger Dog Cologne.”* He’s totally ready for the red carpet.

I went to work today.  I sat hunched over a computer for eight hours without a lunch break.  I worked on a tedious project that required reviewing the same 5 minutes of material OVER. And OVER. And OVER.  My makeup has faded off, my shoulders are cramped and my head hurts.

And I just got another call on my cell phone, thanks to a CERTAIN BOSS WHO THINKS IT’S APPROPRIATE TO GIVE OUT EMPLOYEES’ PERSONAL PHONE NUMBERS TO RANDOM CUSTOMERS.

Sigh.  If there are any masseuses out there who want to join my pity party, admission is free.

Fortunately, thanks to J, that particular person will probably never call my cell phone again.  Heh.

*Get it?  Like Tommy Hilfiger?  Ha.  I don’t even want to know how long they sat around thinking THAT one up.  

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