Better than Crack

Well, I wouldn't really know if it's better than crack because I've never tried crack, but the prenatal massage I had this morning was pretty stinkin' good. I'm addicted after only 30 minutes...isn't that a little like crack?

I used my gift card from The Colonel for my first (of many, I hope) prenatal massages this morning. It was freezing out, and the wind was blowing so hard that I almost couldn't find my way across the parking lot to the front door, but once I got on that table...it didn't matter anymore.

I started out with just a 30 minute massage because the only other massage I've ever had was horrendous and not at all enjoyable, so I wanted to make sure I was going to like this. This was a completely different experience than before. The gal asked me what kind of pressure I liked and told me to tell her if it ever became uncomfortable. The 30 minutes flew by, and I'm already planning on using the rest of my gift card for a 60 minute massage...how long do you think I have to wait to go again? A day? A week? NOW??

My massage this morning was a little reward for how productive I was yesterday. I was a little slow getting started, but by the end of the day I had accomplished quite a bit. I took the dogs to the groomer, made chicken soup, put away all the Christmas decorations, caught up on my scrapbooking while I watched the Rose Parade on my DVR, and did a bunch of laundry.

I even managed to be a little productive today, as well. I vacuumed the whole house, dusted the basement, put away all the laundry I did yesterday, and went to the gym. Whew! No wonder I'm just vegging on the couch now flipping back and forth between the KU game and Celebrity Apprentice.

There were a few things on my list I didn't get done, and they all had to do with cleaning bathrooms...yuck! There's always tomorrow!