Another weekend arrives.  I have so much cleaning to do.  I don’t know why I can’t seem to keep up with it.  It should be easy to do– use a dish and instead of placing it in the sink, wash it and put it in the dishwasher.  Take off a shirt, place it in the hamper and not the floor.  Take off a jacket and place it on a hanger and not a door knob.

Why do I feel like one action is preferable to the other?  They are about equal.  One might take a couple seconds longer but the shorter one actually takes more time in the long run.  See, I realize it and yet I CANNOT bring myself to do the right thing.  Maybe I need to be hypnotized.

My fear with that is I will be put into a trance and the hypnotist will abuse my vulnerable position by having me act like a chicken.  (I think I got this idea from a Laverne and Shirley episode)  This somehow leads me to…  I met a man who is a massage therapist.

We were talking and he suggested I help him with Social Networking and he would give me a couple free massage sessions.  I love bartering so I said sure!  I ran into him a couple days later and we were talking and he said,

“You don’t have to worry about me being a male massage therapist, you will be able to feel my good intentions flowing through my hands and onto your skin.  Now don’t get me wrong!  I like beautiful women as much as the next man but I would never violate that sacred trust that you put into me allowing me to touch your body.  Heck, I’ve massaged girls as young as 18!  Beautiful girls!  And some young boys too!  The youngest was 8.  I even massaged an 80 year old woman!  And I was a gentleman with her!”

I was totally okay with it before he said this and now I am TOTALLY FREAKED OUT!  It seems like one weird thing after another keeps happening to me.