Tuesday, April 14, 2009

Don't Know Dum Diddly Doo

I conjured up some homemade salsa yesterday to go along with the husbands and my dinner. Super fab yum!

I decided to eat some with my lunch today as well. Though, I'm thinking garlic, onions and jalapenos were not the best of my consuming choices I have made.

I've now brushed my teeth three times in the past 1.5 hours and followed each with mouthwash. None have worked their magic. I could still kill an elephant with one blow of my breath; let alone what I'm doing to myself.

Why? Why, do you ask, is this anything you should care about? It is majorly important, because I have a massage appointment with a client in 1-hour. (panic!)***









***. . . . And I thought the only thing I really needed to worry about was burping, growling tummy or farting in front a a client. . . .

Sheesh.

10 comments:

Ian said...

Oh dear, how did it go?

Jay said...

Yeah, that combination would definitely result in some stepped up activities in my digestive system.

Chief Rock Chef said...

It is when the garlic starts to ooze out of the pores of your skin that you really start to worry!

:-)

Maybe you can pass it off as part of the treatment?

Alli said...

Altoids???

Jess said...

I am sorry to hear this, though it it kind of hilarious. Chew lots of gum, perhaps? Let us know how it went...

Suze said...

Just pretend you don't speak English. Go into the meeting and start speaking gibberish. They won't even notice the garlic...trust me :)

g-man said...

I guess plastic over the face hole in the table is probably not a good idea... Maybe some scented candles would help (or you could blame any smells on them). Just dont fart near a candle or the flame ball would give you away!

Smell better soon.

sid said...

Oh is that what you do for a living. The legal can of massage, right? (=

miss minneapolis said...

I keep meaning to ask what your worst massage experience has been? Someone morbidly obese? Back acne (bacne!)? I want stories!

Jen said...

Ian: it went well. I brushed my teeth several more times; to no avail. The good news is that the appointment was more of a back treatment, so the client could lie face down. . . bonus!

Jay: you're not kidding! Everything was all stepped up - not a good choice on my part.

Rock Chef: People never believe me when I say I can't (or shouldn't) eat garlic Sunday through Thursday, B/C IT SEEPS OUT OF YOUR PORES! All smelly stuff does, so I can't go on eating as if it doesn't when I'm a massage therapist.

All: are Altoids for your breath? Why do I think they're for indigestion?

Jess: I would chew gum, but I chew it like a cow chews cud, which is entirely unappealing. See my conumdrum?

Suze: Why didn't I think of that?!

Gman: I sprayed Lysol over and over and over before the client arrived. Though that's just as disgusting. It was only replacing one weevil for another. I started to smell good until I ate more of the salsa for lunch today! Poor the husband. . .

Sid: yep. I am a massage therapist of the LEGAL kind and not what most refer to as a "masseuse". I work at a University in their Campus Recreation center - it's awesome! and despite all the jokes I encounter, I love it!

Miss Minn.: I'll maybe need to do a post about that - though I've been lucky and haven't had too many problems. . . . Knock on wood, knock on wood, knock on wood.