On Sunday .. I woke up at an ungodly hour and drove to SF to get a facial with my sister.. Loved the place.. very serene.. tranquil.. but it never occured to me that I would have to get naked for a facial. Did something escape me? FAC-ial .. FACE .. Why do my boobs have to be flappin in the wind.. really now.. My sister claims if you are au natural.. the experience will be more relaxing.. baloney! I don't like to be naked in places other then my designated naked zones.. (Actually, come to think of it, with the surgery that I just had, I have been naked far too many times outside my zone .. MUST regain sanctity of zone and leave clothes on.. mental note made) .. anyways, I went into the place all freaked out.. and I decided I was going to tell the perv facialist that I WOULD not be undressing.. and my facial will be for my FACE.. I was ready !! I walked in, the lady pointed to the "drape" and I said ...m'k.... I FOLDED .. I am a naked chicken baby.. !! To top it all off, I have my wicker sandals on that make my feet real stinkee.. as long as I keep them on, I am kewl.. BUT NO.. Had to take the shoes off.. OK, I am not relaxed at all.. Totally consumed with the idea that Jonie, my tatooed Japanese facialist, can smell da funk of my feet and is speeding up my 75.00 facial to get me out of dodge.. serenity is mine...
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