Pamper Eachother Weekend

This weekend was simply spectacular...

Friday i was in a funk. Figured doing something nice for my boyfriend would be my way out of it. I have recently felt very guilty for my girlfriend behavior. I feel like i have lost my touch. I never do anything nice, spontaneous, sweet for him and as i began to recap the daily sweet things he does for me...i realized...its time! I get a flower on my car almost every morning, my shower is hot in the a.m. before he wakes me up, i get breakfast in bed every single Saturday and the list goes on and on. So Friday night i ordered wonderful Italian takeout, bought 4 gigantic chocolate covered strawberries, 2 mini bottles of champagne, a card professing my love and a backrub to top it all off. He was pleasantly surprised. We enjoyed a special evening together.

Saturday morning i convinced him to attend a hot yoga class with me up the street. The tempature in the room had to be about 200 degrees and within 5 minutes i look over to him literally dripping from head to toe. It was a good, hot, sweat it alllll out class although we mutually decided we had enough after an hour and left. The nazi yogiiii instructor was ticked off and tried to make us stay. I mean come on dude...we paid...let us leave...we are boiling our brains out. I felt like a nasty, sticky, melted piece of flesh driving home and couldn't make it to the shower fast enough. As i exited the shower i was pleasantly presented with a wonderful surprise....he had made us massage appointments at my favorite spa for later that afternoon. Wow! Pamper me...baby! So i then convinced him once again that a pedicure is calling our names and actually went along with it. After they buffed his toenails, looks like he has clear polish on them, he concludes...."never again, honey....never!"
Our massages made up for the morning occurences. I was rubbed, kneeded, rose oil, in all the right places. I am picky...and this guy was good. Real good. We left relaxed and content. Oh but i forgot one key detail...after my massage i was so very oily. I never take showers in public type places like this and the gym but this place was extra fancy and super clean...no nasty stringy hairs that i could see....so i felt it necessary to utitlize all those yummy smelling aveda products...i attempt to shower. Can't get the damn shower on...ask the girl at the front to help...she can't figure it out...says to use the other shower in steam room....great idea....this shower was even fancier.....uh.....no.....this can't be....the damn water could not be turned to warm in any sort of way. It was ice fucking cold! I was frustrated, irritated...we were paying a lot of $ for these damn facilities. I decided it would only make it right if i so gracefully stashed the aveda "tester" body wash in my purse. Damn...those ass holes...i wanted to use it!

Sunday i actually woke up before him. It was the first! I took Romeo on a walk to grab our favorite breakfast and presented it to him with a fat coffee in bed! How about that treatment? We took the dogs to the beach. As we got close, ocean is in sight, the 2 puggles begin to wimper with anticipation. Due to the tourist, locals, sunny, cali weather...every ass hole and their dogs were moving towards the same destination. With each red light the wimpering became screeching and then barking as we parked. We couldn't exit the vehicle fast enough...forgot to pay the meter. The dogs went wild! Loved every minute of it. Laundry was next....which continued into the wee hours of the morning.

My next post will be about our rose excursion...the naughty thiefs that we are!