I said, I'll put on weight. And I started having massages, taking cod-liver oil, and eating twice as much. But I didn't even gain an ounce. I'd made up my mind that on the day the engagement was announced I'd be fatter, and I didn't gain an ounce. Then I went to Mussoorie, which is a health resort, and I ignored the doctors' instructions; I invented my own regime and gained weight. Just the opposite of what I'd like now. Now I have the problem of keeping slim. Still I manage. I don't know if you realize I'm a determined woman.
I only unwind at facials and massages.
Laughter is very infectious, and why it should be so is a most interesting neurological problem. But it also has other, more physiological, benefits. Apparently it boosts the immune system, reduces stress hormones, massages the heart and diaphragm and engenders a 'feel good' factor.
I have a massage when I want to relax. I love being pampered. I love island massages when you're outside in the fresh air.
He can cook and give good massages. What more do you need in a husband?
What I like to do is come in, write the entire program and treat my staff to hot stone massages.
A meow massages the heart.
If women ruled the world and we all got massages, there would be no war.
