Oh, the Wonders of a Pair of Good, Strong Hands

Mmmmm. I really wanted to write tonight, but my body is sending me straight to bed. My very relaxed, almost-knot-free body. You can blame Troy or Tyler or Trevor or whatever his name is...I forgot it approximately two seconds into the massage. (I can tell you, however, that he is quite the eye candy with his curly blond hair, 6-foot tall athletic build and fabulous smile. Not that I noticed or anything.)

Whoever he is, he seems to think I should visit him again. Soon. For a good long time. Something about the knots the size Texas that inhabit the muscles over my shoulder blades. Ok, sign me up! At this point, I feel so good I'd agree to just about anything.