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!

I am a big giant massage whore -- mostly, I go to the massage center at the gym/sports clinic on campus, which works beautifully for me because it's a hospital, which makes it easier to keep the Naked and prodded by a stranger!OMG! body-image demons on a nice snug leash; I know, no matter what noise the BIDs are making, the therapist has seen infinitely worse and more damaged bodies, probably just earlier today, and somehow the hospital-ness of it makes it feel less like an appalling indulgence and more like simply taking my hurt and twisty bits for repair to someone who does this for a living, which is really just sensible.

I also beg for massages from Hec far more than I should. He's achy too, especially during Little League, and I'm in the same position as Bev -- when I reciprocate his lovely massages, my hands cramp up and give out long before they should.

I love massages! My cousin is the best ever. I've never had a facial though.

I am a complete massage whore. I have my personal bubble about many things, but I'd probably let Charles Bukowski rub my back, if he had a good firm touch.

when I reciprocate his lovely massages, my hands cramp up and give out long before they should

I don't know if you care to do this or not, but you can get inexpensive little squeezy balls to build up strength in your hands. They are also supposed to help ward off repetitive stress injuries, so win-win!

inexpensive little squeezy balls

Hey! Those were a minor plot point in one episode of Slings & Arrows!

t /S&A likes carrots

Actually, I should pick up a couple. Come next year, Hec's pitching arm will thank me.