Alright Laura, I command you to relax right now. DO IT!!

So, as a reward for finishing the Inca trail Michaelle and I decided to "treat" ourselves to massages. Now honestly, if I knew myself at all I should have known that a massage was the last thing I needed. In fact, I might be the worst candidate ever for a massage. I am so ticklish I'm pretty sure I have come close to dying a few times in the past when people have taken advantage of that weakness. Don't touch my waist, don't even think about going near my neck... tickle my feet and I'll break your nose. And that's not a threat, just a warning. So anyway, because our bodies were so tired and sore from the Inca trail a full body massage sounded like a pretty appropriate solution. This it was not.

I literally lay there for the entire hour repeating over and over in my head: "relax Laura, go limp... just melt, reeeeeelax" and "This is neither the time nor place for giggling, this is serious you are relaxing, not laughing". I am not kidding I actually found myself at one point trying to imagine myself somewhere else, somewhere serious just so that I could make it through the hour. Let's see, serious... hmmm, school! School was serious. Ok, Guelph... think about the library, quiet, focused, researching, writing essays, serious.

I am pretty positive that I had either a huge smile/silent laugh on my face the entire time or a look of puzzlement, wondering what kind of bizzare massage technique she was performing at the moment. The funniest one was right at the beginning. She started the massage with a scalp massage. I LOVE head massages. I used to love when the headlice ladies came to school with their sticks and used to look through our hair. In fact, I used to get my Emily to check my head with pencils when we were little. So anyway, she's doing the standard rubbing around and then she stops and starts slapping my head... all over, with both hands. I thought this was kinda weird. I was listening to hear if Michaelle's girl was doing the same thing to her but didn't hear it. Is this because I talked you into giving us the massages for 1/3 less than you asked?? It is isn't it? This punishment.

So anyway, in the end my treat to myself turned out to be money well wasted, but at least I've learned that I should never pay anything but Monopoly money for a massage. Or better yet, stick to headlice checks.