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Yes, we finally did it! Tabby and I…Shannon Dewees…went to France, had a day at the spa, and had a massage. Actually, I have to be truthful; we went and bought a massage chair instead. While I’m not quite sure what Fateuil Massant even really means I know sitting in a massage chair after a long day of sitting at the computer writing is enough to make anyone say OOO LA LA.

It all started when Tabby was complaining about her feet hurting after we had walked all day long touring the malls in Atlanta Ga. That is what us Southern girls do, a lot of walking and a lot of shopping. I had to admit that I was hurting in muscles I didn’t even know I had, and suggested that we needed to take off to France and spend a week at the spa being massaged and treated like the queens that we are.

As it would happen we passed a booth in the mall at that moment that was advertising Appariel massage, nope not quite sure what that means, but the few minutes I spent in that massage chair was the best experience of my life. Within two hours of being in that massage chair as they told us about hot stone massages and oils and massage tables, we were both relaxed and asleep in front of our favorite movie on the couch.

We both agreed that we have never been that relaxed in our lives. So we came up with a plan, buy our very own massage chair. You are probably saying WHAT!? Aren’t those outrageously expensive? NOPE! Not as much as you would think and those things make you feel amazing.

So, here we both are with a massage chair that is in my den, since that is where we spend most of our time, and neither of us wants to get up and work, or cook, or any of the normal single mommy things. The kids of course think that it is a toy and love to try and hop in our laps when we are relaxing. This should be a good way to relieve the stress of the wedding (EWWWW) that we both have to attend soon.

Long story short, Tabby and I are now walking, talking advertisements for massage chairs, tables and every other type of massage you can think of. Until next time…

XXXOOO’s,

Shannon

The day that Tabby and I had been dreading had finally come. What would that be you ask? I will tell you. The wedding of our best friend Cindy was finally happening and we were feeling nostalgic and a little bit betrayed. Okay, make that jealous. After all, our happily ever after’s had landed in the dumpster. So we both put on big smiles and made our way to the church where the happy couple was getting married. The ceremony was lovely and we had tears in our eyes by the time it was done. We aren’t totally heartless; we want Cindy to have her fairy tale marriage.

They had the perfect wedding location picked out and the food for the reception was marvelous. The caterers that the couple had chosen were gracious and the food had the perfect flair to it. Tabby and I ate until we about busted. We like food, what can I say.

I have to say that the wedding and the reception were like a celebrity wedding and the newly married couple was beaming as we set off to dance the night away at the Brandview ballroom. Tabby and I looked up the Brandview collection on the Internet before we left for the wedding last weekend. I have to admit that we were in awe of the Brandview ballroom. The staircase was totally awesome with its gold-leafed design had everyone’s mouth dropping when we first walked in. The room had a really historical flair to it and the open-air balcony made us feel like we were in a Romeo and Juliet play. All in all the wedding, reception and the dancing afterwards were a huge success.

Tabby and I danced until our feet hurt and by the time we got home, we had decided that maybe trying marriage again wasn’t such a bad idea after all. We curled up on the couch with popcorn and hot cocoa and watched sappy chick flicks for hours after the wedding. By the end of those movies, we had once again decided that being single moms beat being married to our exes any day of the week. Crisis averted! (Tabby said for me to add that.)

As I said though the wedding wasn’t half as bad as I thought it would be and Cindy and her new hubby are off on their cruise to the Bahamas and blissfully happy. She is going to send us postcards. Until next time….

XXXOOO’s,

Shannon

This was not the next blog I wanted to write about, but I am so peeved right now that I need to vent. An overflowing commode flooded my entire house while I was out of town in Savannah for the weekend. No one was home and when Tabby and I walked in on Sunday, we found ourselves ankle-deep in water! I had been having trouble with the commode for a while. I asked the dweeb to come look at it but he never had the time. You had to jiggle the toilet handle to keep it from running and then overflowing.

Well low and behold one of the boys didn’t jiggle when we left on Friday and the result was an overflowing toilet and water damage throughout the house that I figured it would cost me a fortune to fix. I was at a total loss and had no idea who to even call for any type of water damage restoration. Tabby and I surfed the web for hours, as our feet got wet, and couldn’t come up with a single place that would not charge an arm and a leg. Then it hit me, I had a friend that lived in Bellevue and I remembered her raving about the Bellevue Plumber that she had called to fix not only her leaky pipes but to help with water damage as well. I know I don’t live in Bellevue but she would be able to recommend someone right.

I called her and was so glad I did. She gave me some great tips on where to call, what prices to look for, and how not to be taken for a ride. We talked for about an hour and of course made plans for her to come to Georgia and see Tabby and me soon. After all, we did go to high school together before she married and moved away. But of course, I stray from the subject of my blog as usual. Since, I refuse to call the dweeb for money, or help with the house anymore; talking to my friend was a Godsend. I was able to find a plumber and have the water damage repaired for a reasonable price.

This is more than a good thing because Tabby and I have a trip planned, that I can’t wait to blog about when we get home. Until next time,

XXXOOO’s,

Shannon