For those of you who think that George has a difficult life, please pay attention to this post. For his birthday, my mom and I gave G a gift certificate for a massage, manicure and pedicure.
And so yesterday (while I worked) G had a day of pampering.
It really isn’t fair. And I wanted to burn down my house when he left for his appointments. I guess I was a little jealous.
First, he had a massage.
It just looks too comfortable. And is it just me, or do you think about putting a pillow over his face while he’s lying there? Hmm.
Then, he had a manicure and pedicure.
At least his hands and feet don’t feel (or look) like cement blocks anymore…which is nice. Also, I prefer to pay someone to rub on G so I don’t have to. I guess it was a present for both of us then, huh?
Regardless, I need some spa time soon.