Relaxed Slumber & Hairy Legs

Today I went for a massage, a one hour long massage.  For a moment or two, I thought I had died amidst the chirping birds and waterfall sounds and gone to heaven.  I didn’t want to leave. 

I want to live at the spa.

Some people hate the thought of having a stranger rub out their knotted muscles and touch their flesh.  Not me. 

I just close my eyes and enjoy.

I’ve been saving the gift card my kids gave me for mother’s day, waiting for the perfect time to use it.  Today was the perfect day.  It was raining, my muscles were tied up in knots that rivaled the skills of any boy scout, and I had a headache.

Don’t get the wrong idea, I’m not a ‘spaster’.  My last massage was several years ago when I went through a battle with some muscular and neurological problems.  I was treated to several medical type massages that hurt more than they relaxed.


Today I came home so relaxed that I didn’t even mind that my giant FringePup had pushed my couch cushions down and fell asleep.

She acts like she lives at the spa.


She’s not allowed to get a massage because shaving your legs is a requirement.  What massage therapist wants to rub down a furry leg?

FringePup refuses to shave.

She’s waiting to be invited to a ‘hairy leg’ party. 

 Have you ever been to one of those?


I’ve never thrown a hairy leg party.  I wouldn’t do such a tacky thing and I definitely wouldn’t give a prize for the hairiest legs.

No, I’ve never sat around my living room floor with a bunch of friends wrapping our legs in saran-wrap.  Community leg shaving is bizarre, especially when you are six months pregnant.  Not that I’m speaking from experience or anything.

I definitely don’t have any friends that were hiding braidable hair underneath their cowgirl boots.  I’m not that kind of girl.

Right now I’m the kind of girl that is so relaxed she fell asleep on the couch next FringePup.

Life is good.

Enjoy your weekend!

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  1. I thought a hairy leg party was when you invited only men! No leg shaving involved, as I recall!

    The Texas Woman

  2. I believe I remember you having a “hairy leg” party!!
    You are too much.

  3. A massage sounds divine, and how even better, to come home to a hug from waiting FringePup!

  4. Love the pic of Fringepup’s leg stretched out on the back of the couch.

    Any time I have a massage, I can’t relax enough to make it worth my while. I gave up on them.

  5. I would LOVE to have a massage! But I am afraid that I would be hopelessly addicted, and spend our life savings to supply the addict regularly. I had one once in 1990 on a cruise. It was glorious.
    Other than that, my massage experience has been limited to observing The Ab-Cat having deep tissue massage for a year after surgery. Even THAT relaxed me!

    Hairy leg party. I guess I’m sheltered. Have never even heard of that.

  6. Hairy leg party?

    So that’s what it’s called when I do my twice a month shaving. At least that’s what the shower drain thinks were having!!


    You have a great weekend too!

  7. I need a massage so bad. My back is a mess…. :) I am so jelous………

  8. Chrissy says:

    That first picture is priceless. My dogs used to do this to my couch cushions too. I threw them away and use huge throw pillows all along the back of my couch now. Easier to wash :) This hairy leg party has me confused. It was like you went into some random tangent. I have no idea what you are talking about, but, I love these pictures of your dog, so I’m okay with it.

  9. Oh my gosh…she looks like Marmaduke!!!
    For someone who has never attended such a hair raising soiree, you sure sound knowledgeable about what goes on. Did you hear about it from a friend who heard it from a friend and so on?
    You never fail to deliver!

  10. I’ve been to Tupperware parties, Sarah Coventry parties, Mary Kay parties, Scrapbooking parties and Perfect Chef parties. Even Hippie {ahem} parties (BC). Never been to a hairy legs party! That’s almost as weird as a pet fly….

    Glad you enjoyed your rub-down! Fringe pup looks relaxed…and cute….


  11. robinaltman says:

    A hairy leg party! That’s wild! I must lead a really sheltered life. Never heard of them. I was once at a weird jewelry party where you passed around questions and played games and then were supposed to buy jewelry. It was the opposite of fun. It was anti-fun. I’d rather go to a hairy leg party.

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