The Christmas party friggin rocked! Not because of the free food. Not because of the amazing desserts. Not because it was Casino night & Albert totally killed it. Nope, not even because of the Christmas gift we all received at the end of the night:
The reason the Christmas party friggin rocked is because I won this!
The Human Touch massage chair. Yeah baby, that's right you can call me Lady Luck! All Albert won was a measly box of chocolates, he must not have been a good little boy this year. Not like me, I have been a very good girl.
When we picked up the massage chair and put it in the front room, it wasn't quite what I expected. There was no human in that chair at all! I looked and looked and there was no hidden massage therapist in that thing anywhere!
Which I was kind of relieved because I wasn't sure how to feed a massage therapist, I was planning on him living in the guest bedroom so that he could be well rested and ready to massage at any moment, but I have no idea what a massage therapist eats. Last time I was at the pet store I don't recall seeing a bag of food labeled "Massage Therapist Feed".
And what if he was allergic to cats? That wouldn't work at all, no way would I want my massage therapist sneezing and dripping his nose goo on me! So when I found out that Human Touch wasn't actually a human touching me, those worries disappeared.
Thank god for modern technology!
Only problem now, is that my hubster went and licked the chair to claim it as his! It's got this nifty drink holder so he thinks the chair is his video game-playing-swearing-and-ignoring-all-contact-with-the-outside-world-chair.
If I recall correctly, they called MY name at the party and it was I who walked up and received the winning envelope, and I believe it is I who slaves away everyday working for this company, not Albert!
All I can say is it's a good thing we have a massage chair now because after we wrestle each other to sit in it everyday we're gonna need it !
1 year ago