S-O-S Equilibrium

Many of you have heard me brag (b*tch???) that at my house I have a special talent. I am the only person who bends at the waist. Yes, you read that right-bends at the waist. Apparently this critical little bit of DNA does not encode on the male of the species. Which means that dropped mail, food wrappers, used napkins, dog food, Legos, dirty socks, the lid to the toothpaste, and other unexplained paraphernalia magically disappear for the male members of my household once they hit floor. Yet I am the only one who has the bionic vision...gasp!... to notice said debris. Hence, it becomes my responsibility to bend over and pick up the clutter…naturally. I often tell my friends that when I am buried and gone, my sons will fondly remember their mother’s wide *ss bent over picking something up off the floor. I am resigned to this and am really only half complaining (of which you should be ever so grateful).

Well this past weekend, my back went out- or to use a southern euphemism, my back “took a spell.” Because you are smart blither blather’ers, I am not even going to describe for you the condition of my house with the official-bender-over out of commission. So now that I have managed to painfully roll myself out of the bed, I am lurching and listing like a drunken sailor with a peg leg taking stock of a sinking ship. And I am about as grouchy as a pirate captain of said sinking ship who discovers the rum barrel is dry. Somebody’s gonna be walkin’ the plank, matey!!!

In the meanwhile, I’m trolling the Equilibrium Med Spa homepage and checking out their info on massages. The last time I went for a EMS massage, I got a great ½ price deal. So add them to your favorites and register for their email updates. If you have flexible weekends, you can get great deals spur of the moment. And my fellow-bender-overs: it might save the life of someone you know and love!

http://www.equilibriummedspa.com/