I am in love with my registered massage therapist. She is the best thing that ever happened to me. Twice I’ve been to see her, and twice I’ve come out of it a little bruised and battered but feeling so incredibly good I want to hug her and squeeze her and call her george.
Today in the mail I got a Pre-selection notice for a $100,000 platinum MasterCard. Isn’t that exciting? Yeah, it’s going into the trash immediately. I don’t want it, and they’d never actually give it to me anyhow.
I should be thinking about what to make for dinner. The husband will be home soon, I’m not performing my wifely duties. I think I’ll turn the heat up, get nekkid, and cook us some food. Oh baby.