At Least I'm Entertaining...

So, Jared was having back problems again last week and went to see a chiropractor a few times, and also went to get a back massage at a fitness club. After his massage, I "casually" asked him what his massage therapist was like. He saw through my vain attempt of trying to find out if the therapist was some hot chick...danggit. Of course, he was quick to assure me that I am crazy.

Fast forward to tonight. Jared went to get the mail and opened an envelope from the fitness club massage place. He started reading it to me and this was the gist of it: "We would like to thank you for your business, blah, blah, blah, hope your first visit helped with your lower back problems, blah, blah, blah, confirming your next appointment, blah, blah, blah, sincerely your massage therapist, So-and-so McWhat's-her-bucket". And then, pretending he was still reading, Jared said, "XOXO...??".

"WHAT!" I exclaimed, whipping around with a death glare on my face that would have made Mr. T curl up in the fetal position.

No sooner had I done so, then I realized he made up that last part and was laughing hysterically. My face went red instantly. Jared was just like, "...yikes..." and we couldn't stop laughing. He even got Carter to laugh at how crazy I am.

I guess I am a little bit crazy, but if I wasn't - how much fun would that be?

Not much, I'll tell ya that.