Mr. Whipple, you rock ass

Massage.

This is a bad sign.

Melody loved and lived for massage.

Nancy loved and lived for massage.

Tonight, Alison sent me a short email, and then, "sorry my responses are so short, I am going for my massage!"

And then she left me a smiley.

I told her, "please don't squeeze the Charmin."

My god, she's cute.

I even told her about the bumblebees when I was four.