Manicures, Pedicures, Massages, Oh My!

I love to get massages. Not the kind my husband gives me. Although they are good, it is not like the kind you pay for. My father in law in a massage therapist. He really is more of a massage repairist. He does a lot of work on folks with chronic issues or injuries. You would think it would be nice to have him around at our every whim, but my mother in law has to pay someone else to rub her down. I feel bad asking, but there are times I ask my father in law to work on a kink I might have. I have yet to get a full massage from him. Something about him rubbing on my nakedness and then eating a meal with him seems odd to me.

The thing I don't like about getting a massage is the talking. Yes, I am a talker, but when I am naked and being rubbed on by a seemingly total stranger, I kind of want silence. I am not sure if I give off the impression I want to talk, or if I just talk out of naked nervousness. I really just want to lay there and listen to the "soundscapes soundtrack" and smell the lavender oil. What I usually leave with is more info about the therapist's love life than their own family and feeling like I was hit by a bus.

To aid in my dilemma, I have decided to go to one of those massage places where they don;t speak English. When I told hubs my idea he laughed and said, "I am not sure that place gives the type of massage you are looking for".

I got my idea the other day when I spoiled myself with a 35 dollar pedi. In preparation for my trip to FloriBama, I needed to have pretty toes. As I sat in the chair, feet being beaten up, legs being scrubbed with sugar; I realized this is the way to do it. The only thing I understood from my new best friend was "Very ticklish" and a giggle. There were no expectations; on either of our behalves. The language barrier we experienced gave her the opportunity to work efficiently, and it gave me the opportunity to read a book. A BOOK! One that did not have pictures and had full sentences. One with a complex storyline that will take more than five minutes to finish! A real adult book!

I digress.

Part of me felt bad when she told me the total (35.00) for:

1. The best massage I may have ever had....from a chair too!
2. The best looking toes this side of the mason Dixon.
3. A mani with clear polish.
4. Time to myself...priceless.

To make up for it I gave her a big tip. I just may have to do this once a week. I think I will take my husband's advice though, I don't want to know how, but I think he knows what he is talking about.