I needed me some red tent style loving touch tonight, so I got a colleague to work on my hard-menstruating tummy and back…
When she was done with the yummy(ooooooh, more, more, moooooooore-my sacrum’s such a massage whore!) oil n rubbing part, she pulled out her tuning forks and gave me some gooooooood vibrations. Very, very cool.
Got the bones thrumming a happy tune.
I didn’t even mind waiting at the bustop for the danged 71 to arrive, it gave me time to stretch, appreciate my fluidity and contribute to a Pagliacci breadstick dinner for two pretty streetgirlz and their longleggedy, jacket-wearing dog.