Jim surprised me on Tuesday with an hour-long prenatal massage. It was wonderful! I had a massage therapist named Jenny from somewhere in the British Isles. She had cute, short pigtails. She was small, but she dug those bony fingers in so hard that I thought I had bruises on my neck the next day. I plan on having a massage a month until I give birth or sometime after.
She told me my scalp is tight, which I didn't think was possible, but I'm supposed to rub essential oils of lavender on my head every night while massaging with the tips of my fingers.
Not a tintillating story, but just wanted to brag about how wonderful Jim is. I'll try to remember that next time he forgets something...
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I think that Greta knows that "tintillating" is not a word. She was just being Joycean and making up her own word ... (or is that "Rich Hallian"?) ... it's a combination of "titillating" and "scintillating".
Furthermore, she wants EVERYONE to understand that she DOES realize that "tintillating" isn't a word.
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