When I get my eyebrows done, it's in the dimmed room with scented candles burning and relaxing music playing. She has me lie down on a warmed, well-padded table. Then, when I'm nice and relaxed, she starts ripping my eyebrows out by the roots.

Hey Todd, do you by any chance go to Norbert for the eyebrow torture? I've enjoyed that same treatment!

Beej, no, I go to Salon Cielo in Pentagon City.

And, dear dog (I use the word on purpose).

edited to get the link right

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I had the good sense to marry a man who put himself through a semester of college doing pro massage at the Y. He can be a bit ham-handed on my itty delicate face muscles, but on the shoulder and neck knots? Paradisical.

He taught me, too, so I know the techniques. My wee bitty hands just poop out long before he thinks his knots have all eased. Still, better than no massage at all.

I love massages. In fact, I would love one right. now.

Me three!!

Ha! That doggie kimono would be adorable on Bartleby, but I think he'd leave home in shame.

Ima try Cielo...closer than 1WashingtonSquare.

I go to Kim ... who's only there on a rather odd schedule. I know it's Thursday evenings, alternate Sundays, and other than that I can't remember.

My dog does not have a kimono, nor will she.

(Though I'll confess I thought about trying to find her a purple bathrobe at one point. But that was so she could be Hong Kong Fooey for Halloween - she's already got the mask.)

I don't care for massages, because I don't like strangers touching me. I spend the whole time wondering where their hands have been. However, I do love the woman who I go to for facials -- she did my brows for a long time before I would let her do the facial because of the stranger/touching problem -- and now she gives me a hand and foot massage as part of the facial.

I thought it was amusing ... and talk about a hangdog expression!

I go to Kim ... who's only there on a rather odd schedule. I know it's Thursday evenings, alternate Sundays, and other than that I can't remember.

Check!