Today I got to meet Mike.
HOLY. SHIT.
That man worked some serious Voodoo on my neck!
I have not been able to move this freely in years (here, lets loosen up the scar tissue).
It felt like his fingers were inside my neck moving shit around.
And of course I am sore as all get out now. I was a good girl and drank a bunch of water to flush those "toxins" out.
Now I'm drinking whiskey to help dull the pain.
I have an appointment with him every week until I leave for Michigan next month.
I think I'm in love.
When I got home I noticed two bible thumpers chatting with my neighbor. He looked mighty uncomfortable. He caught my eye as I pulled up in my drive way. I started laughing and pointing at him. And then I though of Keesie and his story with bible thumpers. He saw them coming up his walk. He dropped trou, grabbed a bourbon bottle in one hand and his daughter's dolly in the other. He could not understand why the bible thumpers left so abruptly with out giving him the hug he asked for.
So while this image if flashing through my mine I really start laughing.
My windows were down and little Miss Bible thumpers heard me.
They never did bother to come knocking on my door.
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