Just a little while ago, as I was puttering around the house dusting this and that, I heard the tail-end of our local news.
You know it is a slow news day when the reporters are "informing" us, the public, on practices such as combining the purchasing of toilet paper with manicures, facials and shopping for evening gowns. Apparently the trend of one-stop-shopping is becoming larger than anticipated by the marketing geniuses behind it.
That story transitioned into a piece about the massages that are being offered up in Brazil today, their "Valentine's Day".
A chocolate massage.
Yup, you lay on a typical spa-style massage table, draped with a piece of fabric no bigger than a napkin while relaxing music flows through the speakers and the sounds of trickling . . . . chocolate lull you into oblivion.
Right beside the massage table is a chocolate fountain.
The masseuse merely dips her hands into the chocolaty goodness and then, slathers it all over your body.
Now, I am all for a good massage.
But, I think I'd rather eat my chocolate.
I know, I know. It's antioxidant properties could do wonders for my skin, but still - is it just me, or does that just seem wrong?