Today is April 15th.Tax season is officially over.
My husband has worked his you-know-what off and is tuckered.
He was craving some See's Candy {and who am I to deny him?}, so when he got home from work at a completely reasonable time, we took the kids over to Park West in search of chocolate.
Closed.
{sigh.} Why does Park West close everything so early?
Next stop, Bath & Body Works because, well, I cannot walk by without it using its' magnetic force on me...
I then suggested we use the Cold Stone gift card that was burning a hole in Steve's pocket. Yes! was the unanimous reply.
We piled back in the silver van and then the driver took us in an unexpected direction: Massage Envy.
I look at the driver. What?
Go ahead, I'll go get the kids some ice cream and we'll be back in a little while.
Um...wait...what? {I'm thinking, Aren't you the one that needs the massage? Taxes, hunched-back over desk, stress?}
Just go.
So, I went. And Stefan worked some serious magic on my serious mommy-knots.
I later returned to the silver van of bouncing children--high on ice cream delirium and singing to High School Musical--and my very own adorable accountant who was cleaning out the wrappers and rubbish accumulated from the harried weeks without him...so dreamy.
And I am not making this up--
My husband has worked his you-know-what off and is tuckered.
He was craving some See's Candy {and who am I to deny him?}, so when he got home from work at a completely reasonable time, we took the kids over to Park West in search of chocolate.
Closed.{sigh.} Why does Park West close everything so early?
Next stop, Bath & Body Works because, well, I cannot walk by without it using its' magnetic force on me...
I then suggested we use the Cold Stone gift card that was burning a hole in Steve's pocket. Yes! was the unanimous reply.
We piled back in the silver van and then the driver took us in an unexpected direction: Massage Envy.
I look at the driver. What?
Go ahead, I'll go get the kids some ice cream and we'll be back in a little while.
Um...wait...what? {I'm thinking, Aren't you the one that needs the massage? Taxes, hunched-back over desk, stress?}
Just go.
So, I went. And Stefan worked some serious magic on my serious mommy-knots.
I later returned to the silver van of bouncing children--high on ice cream delirium and singing to High School Musical--and my very own adorable accountant who was cleaning out the wrappers and rubbish accumulated from the harried weeks without him...so dreamy.
And I am not making this up--
--my massage therapist's name really was Stefan.
7 comments:
If I wasn't already VERY happily married I want to know if your man has a brother. I love that your husband loves you so much and so well!!!!!!!
wow i don't know where to start?!...aren't sweet husbands the bestest?! you definately deserved the special treatment as much as he did. and i totally have wondered, on many occassions, why park west closes so early too????!!!
You married a good one, Lisa! I think you should make that an annual tradition...he works hard all tax season and gets ice-cream time with his kiddos. You work hard keeping your family sane in his absence and get a massage!
Ohhhhh........
What a sweetheart! That sounds fabulous!
Travis said he heard you sing in church. He was totally blown away by your beautiful voice! He couldn't find the words to tell me how great it was. I laughed and told him that I know the feeling! I've heard you sing before too! :-)
I wish I could have been there to hear you sing! Lisa, you are beautiful inside and out. I know that is such a cheesy thing to say, but it really is true!
I think I can use some words for you right now that you said to me at one time. "Let's face it Mom you are spoiled". So fitting at the present time. LOL We are lucky (blessed) ladies.
Love you.
I think I would love some time with Stefan!!
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