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(a picture of myself and the groovetastic Dawn, from the Burlesque Family Dining Establishment we met in. Here I am pictured being all puh-sykick, foreseeing that I would be so grateful today)Gotta love that Dawn.
The groovetastic one has been a RMT for longer than I've known her, and according to her, the age group that frequents the Hookup Lounge does not seek massage. She says she's only worked on people that age when they'd been given massage gift certificates as gifts. So I'm pulling up stakes, as seeking greener pastures and fresher cliche's.
On the motivational end of things, the experience encouraged me to join as many on-line groups for the deaf as I could today, as an aid to market my deaf-centric table practice.
So I'll be staying in tonight, and will be well rested for the Mother's Day Rave. The out of control festivities will include fried chicken (ma's fave), pie and ice cream (certainly there will be complaints from the neighbors), and a special screening of "The Princess Bride". I know, we're headed for Hell in a handbasket. Don't try to stop us--we'll take you with us.
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Interesting noses.
OMG The Princess Bride, what a hunk... and with a sense of humour! I loved him in Mel Brook's version of Robin Hood as well.
And Dawn's so right, I hadn't thought of that. I overestimated young people's desire for experimenting new things.
I'm totally flaring my nostrils and making a monkey face. I have one of those bump on the end noses, like Bob Hope and Nixon.
Did anyone mention big noses? *puts on ski mask over her face*
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