Friday, 5 June 2009
A Texas Massage Therapist's Garden in June.....
I know I shouldn't brag, but here's the deal. I think a couple of my neighbors have hydrangea envy.
Roses are my favorite. The rose at the top was put in a long stem vase in the massage room and I've noticed that when most people come into the room, they will "take time out to smell the roses" and "BOOM" - they're instantly in a better mood.
So I reckon we should all be tweaked a wee bit and have rosebushes growing out of our armpits. How handy would that be?
Someone cuts you off in traffic? Have a wee sniff of the armpit and you'll instantly feel better.
Come across some crappy customer service? Raise your arm and have a whiff of loveliness.
Some sporting events would become a veritable flower show. Volleyball games would be rose gardens on a court.
I tell you one thing though - after the day I've had today the one thing my pits DON'T smell like at the minute are roses. I'm off to have a shower.
Gaelic lesson #54 "blath", pronounced "bla", meaning "flower"