Massages

I LOVE rice bags. They're so comfortable and relaxing and warm and delightful. So today, I was domestic. Very very domestic. I created a truly amazing work of art. A custom rice bag for my cute husband.
Yes, it's ugly. But look how cool it is!
It kind of has a body armor look, but it keeps the rice divided semi-equally so it doesn't all sink down to the bottom.
Jeff requested straps/handles so he could adjust it on his back as needed. So, the two little parts go up on the shoulders and the straps go down in front so it can be adjusted however. Because it's really ugly, I made a fun little cover for it. I was DONE sewing so I just made it a square instead of the exact same shape and will put a little snap on it.
It took about 2 hours and my back hurt like mad after I finished it. Thanks to my mom for use of the sewing machine. I didn't want to change the color of the thread, so I kept it black even though I was sewing on white. Whatever. I was pretty impressed because I'm definitely not a seamstress and totally made it up as I went along.

Jeff, in return offered to rub my back because it was super sore. Now, when I think of massages, I think of relaxing, long strokes.
Jeff gets bored easily and his strokes are short. And choppy.
He said he got a chair massage at work the other day and started doing stuff the massage lady did.
Jeff starts doing this thing with his fingernails, moving them out from the center, so I ask "what is that?" Jeff answers "the massage lady did that, I'm removing the energy from your back."
Then, all of a sudden, he starts slapping...or maybe chopping...not really slapping, but kinda like when you would tap cheeks or something...know what I mean? and I ask,
"Did you learn that from the massage person, too?"
His response: "No. I'm just making this up."
Thanks, babe.
Later he says,
"You're so tense...Just kidding. I have no idea. People always just say that."
He notices a scar-looking thing on my back (probably just a stretch mark or something. I've never been a small girl.) and says,
"Hmm, you have a weird line on your back. Did you have back surgery? Get burned with acid or something?"
Nope. Neither of those.
You probably had to be there for any of this to be somewhat funny, but Jeff never ceases to amaze me with the random comments that come out of his mouth. It cracks me up.

One last thought:
You know how with little kids you do raspberry blowy things on their stomachs? Is that what they're called?
Anyway, I did that to Jeff the other day and asked if it tickled. (Yeah...we're mature like that). He said no. So I suggested that maybe kids like it so much because of the sound it makes.
Jeff's response?

"No. Because deaf kids like it too."

Right. Do you know a lot of deaf kids who like it? Bless his heart.