Just had a two-hour Thai massage to celebrate the big 33. In case any of you have never had a Thai massage, it basically consists of being twisted into a pretzel and then stepped on. It’s really great! But at certain points you can only go on because you know it will feel really good when the masseuse stops trying to rip your leg off. (Chris suggested that it was more that they are trying to snap your leg off, rather than rip, but I decided to stay with my original word choice.)