MASSAGE

One of the local colleges opens in the afternoons for the students to give massages. First one is $5. Great deal.  My husband booked me in for a massage. I go in and "Dillon" is my masseuse for the session.  He asked me questions about my medical history and tells me what to do while he goes outside and waits. I ask "do I take off my blouse" - he is going to use oil on me so would think I take it off. Well I guess I was to much woman for the boy.  I lay there waiting and waiting and waiting some more - playing with my hands, trying to touch the floor (you get the jest). After 10 minutes of listening to other people next to me getting their massage the head instructor comes in and ask me to step outside. I get up, put on my blouse and out I go. She says "Dillon has fainted and has gone to the hospital so we will have to reschedule"   Really - my girlfriend told me next time to leave on my towel.  I called the next day to see how Dillon was doing and he was back at the school. Guess it was me. 

COWBOY CANDY

My girlfriend in Georgia is always poting things on facebook about her cooking/pickling etc. She made me very curious about her COWBOY CANDY. I made a batch this past week and everyone loved them.   So my husband took it upon himself to go out and buy a batch of jalapenos and cut them up for me to make some more.  Little did he know he should have worn gloves when cutting the jalapenos up. He just called me practically crying on the phone. He went to the washroom and now has a burning sensation. Apparently it takes about 4 hours for the jalapenos to "wear of your hands" before you should tough anything such as eyes, nose, lips, (you get my drift)