I've Got Your Back

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.