The Only Way It Could Have Been Better Would Be If It Came With A Side Of Fried Rice

The other day Ed asked me what I would do once I had all my bills paid off and was making a lot of money. He wanted to know how I'd spend my time.

I said, "I'd go hang out at Vicki's house."

"That's what you'd do? Hang out with Vicki??" he said in disbelief.

"Yeah, why?"

"Well, I can't believe that if you had no bills and money to spend, that the only thing you could think of would be to go hang out with Vicki."

"Well, I don't know. I like doing that. I suppose if I gave it more thought, I could come up with something else."

And then we went for foot massages.

Thirty minutes of massage; fifteen on each foot. Do you know how long fifteen minutes is when someone is massaging your foot?? It was like I took the extended tour of Heaven, the one with the "behind the scenes" special tour thrown in for free.

But they didn't call it the Tour of Heaven at this place; they called it Reflexology, which is what it really is. And Chinese people did it; real Chinese people. From China.

So now I have one thing on my list of things to do when I have loads of time and equal loads of money; I'm going to have people massage me. I don't care what they call it.