Massages

Mondays are horribly busy here in the office.
This Monday was not. Hmm...that's weird. I don't often post on Mondays for that reason unless it was written days before. 

The company that hosts (go daddy) our website also provides us with a few other things that come up for renewal from time to time. We have our company credit card on file and things automatically renew. I will normally receive an email telling me that things are set to renew or this or that will be suspended if not renewed etc. I ignore them because all products we have with them are on auto-renewal. Never been an issue...UNTIL Monday.

You see we had fraud on that card. I thought I called everyone and had the cards changed but apparently, I did not. Oh, I don't wish to tell Ricky about this blonde moment. I am telling you I have COVID brain.
So I saw the suspension if not renewed but ignored it because as I stated above this is what they send until it is renewed via our card on file.

I come to work and see our website is down. Holy Shit!
I call them and am on hold for 40 minutes. I went into my account and changed the card but it wouldn't take it.  So I sat on hold.
When someone named Bradley finally got on the phone I explained what I was in a full panic mode about and he said I see you made the changes let me put them through. Viola, website back up. He was laughing because I was so panicked. But that site is our lifeline sadly. I am glad they got it fixed quickly.
He thought he was calming me by telling me it happens all the time. It didn't work.

He wanted me to renew this for 7 years. I said no if I am doing this in 7 years please shoot me. 
He just laughed and probably thought I was a real weirdo.
Which is correct I am, but not about leaving the working world and retiring.
Although neither Rick nor I will ever not work. We just aren't those kinds of people, I so wish we were.

Speaking of doing nothing I did just that on Saturday. Oh, I did some laundry and some plantings on the patio and piddly things like that.
I am in a detox of sorts by my doctor well not my doctor. My doctor sent me to a specialist to get to the bottom of an issue I've had for over 35 years. It can be debilitating. So I am taking a bucket load of stuff and I am having symptoms pretty bad. It just magnifies all the issues I have and they are all fighting this medication and making me a bit sick. Nauseous and just flu-like. I feel like my body has been beaten up I am sore from head to toe.  My shoulders and lower back are so tight they hurt. I have been trying these things I do along with on youtube but it wasn't helping. So my dear hubby said he'd give me a massage since I can't go to the lady I go to for massages during this pandemic.

I said, "for real? You'll give me a message? You can never massage me, it is two minutes and then it leads to sex? Just a massage? Really?
He laughed.
Rick: Yes I promise just a real good massage. You so need this. I've had massages that you have booked for me. You need this, I see it and I am going to help you.

But with the twinkle in his eye, I did not believe him. 
Or with that laugh that would accompany him saying, No I promise a real honest to goodness massage.  I said yes to the massage but in all honestly never believed it would take place as he was saying this.

Later in the day, I asked, "Is there something, anything, you wish to tell me?"
Rick: MARGARET I AM JUST BEING NICE AND WISH TO GIVE YOU A MASSAGE. JUST SAY THANK YOU!  NO ULTERIOR MOTIVES. I PROMISE.

Me: Okay, thank you!  But I was still suspect, I hate to admit it. 
Never in 33 years have I gotten a massage that was more than a couple of minutes seconds on my shoulders and next thing you know my bra is off along with the rest of my clothes. I know his M.O.

Later that afternoon he called me from upstairs. He had laid out a beach towel on our bed. He made this awesome headrest so I could be faced down and breathe from an enormous bath towel. (size of beach towel)   I saw the candles and I saw the oil, the drapes closed and soft music just like at the masseuse and I thought, he is really going to do this!

I recall a few minutes of the massage, I recall turning over. I recall how much I needed this and if felt so damn good. 
Out of the hour-long massage, I think I was awake for 15 minutes of it.
I recall waking up 3 hours later, still lying on the bed where I was massaged.

I got dressed and ran downstairs and he said, "good nap?" and laughed of course.
OMG yes! That was awesome. I thanked him and kissed him repeatedly.
Then he said, "Margaret there is something I want to tell you."

Damn it. I knew it!
I snapped my body around to face him so quickly that he began to laugh.
Rick says just like the commercial, "just kiddin' Mare". 
There was no bad news.
I swore if there was no sex there was something bad that he needed to tell me.
But apparently, he was just being a great guy.
I Love it when that happens!