“Sweetheart---,” I’ll say and he stops me before I can even get the question formed because he knows what’s coming. “Not tonight,” he’ll growl back. And when I whine a little, he tells me that if I keep it up, he’ll never ever give me another one.
But every other night or so, I can usually sweet talk him
into unleashing those magic thumbs of his to push the negativity of the day out
of the knotted muscles of my shoulder blades.
He kneads carefully as I moan, “Right there…yes. Yes.
Ahhh.”
However, that's all changed now. He wants
to retire from this particular and appreciated marital task because he has found a contraption that can do much of what he is able to accomplish
with those thumbs. When I came home from work yesterday, a big box from Amazon
was waiting at our front door. It was
addressed to him, so of course I didn’t open it, even though I was a wee bit
tempted to do so. However, all was soon
revealed; while I was cooking a delightful dinner of frozen fish, frozen green
beans, and preservative-laden rice pilaf suitable for nuking, my husband came
home, marched upstairs and presented me with…
My very own bodybackbuddy™.
This miracle machine directs pressure to the tightest and most
intractable muscle knots. And not to get too pornographic about it, but it’s a
cool tool and it works. By the way, this is NOT a paid endorsement....
There’s just one thing.
It ain’t my husband. I want
him…or rather, his thumbs. Plastic is
nice, but his touch is nicer. Still, in
a pinch, I suppose this will do.
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