Without Bert, without my charges. That's right, Bert is taking them for the entire day. An early birthday gift to yours truly. Isn't it just wonderful? This is the BEST gift. Who knows what they'll do? Practice their one-man band skills? Jump into magical chalk paintings? Ride on carousel horses in some kind of old fashioned derby? Dance around the rooftops with random chimney sweeps? I don't know. I don't really care, either. Just as long as I don't have to do it.
What will I do? Well, while my Bert is out with our charges, I do have a massage scheduled with a massage therapist actually named Bert. And he actually is also the actual Michael Phelps's massage therapist (this is so factual, that I must use the word actual 3 times). So by the end of the day this body will have been worked on by the hands that have also worked on Michael Phelps. That makes me practically famous. Maybe something a little magical will rub off on me, get transferred to me in the process. Will I become a better swimmer? A host on SNL? A speedo model? A proponent of the 12,000 calories a day diet? The possibilities are endless.
Without further ado I'm off on my jolly holiday. Cheer up, for I'll be back tomorrow. As for my Bert, good luck, guv'nor!
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Good Luck Bert! Mary you go and enjoy that great B-day present.
Hopefully he can hold the fort down, I have no doubt he will. Good luck on your holiday! When are we going to go shopping for your pants?
I hope you enjoyed it!
I hope you enjoyed your actual massage! I am actually jealous!
all-thanks for the well wishes. may your holidays be jolly as well. maybe that will be my christmas card caption for this year. it's never too early to start thinking about christmas.
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