My back is killing me. This morning I realized that it's been bothering me for a few days and I tried in earnest to get to the right spot. I felt like a bear in a cartoon making friends with a tree trunk. I can't afford a massage right now and I tried to remember the last time someone rubbed my back. I'm embarrassed to admit, I think it was the last time I paid for a massage: late March 2008. Over two years ago.
So, score one for the marrieds - someone is there to watch (and even rub) your back when it's sore. Maybe I'll try to put some Icy-Hot on it or fire up the heating pad.
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