Mortgaging My Soul, Once Again

I forgot to mention in yesterday's post the terribleness that happened yesterday.  Lets first take this story back a day to Tuesday, when my brother and I were getting our hair cut.  While getting our hair cut the massage therapist walked by and I asked her about setting up a massage.  We both agreed that Wednesday, the next day, I would meet up with her and get a massage.  So, anyways, she was working on my back, doing a kick ass job, and she kept on talking to me.  I really, really hate when she does that.  She does a lovely job, but occasionally she'll feel the need to talk.  No, I want to lay down, enjoy the lovely feeling that I'm getting, and to drift off to sleep if all goes right.  But, anyways, I digress.

So, she was talking and, for some reason, I mentioned something about my boyfriend.  And, she said, "You know, you guys look a lot a like.  I mean, you guys could be brothers."  I stopped for a couple of seconds, pondering what she was talking about.  She's never seen Mike, at least to my knowledge.  And, then, the terribleness struck me.  She was talking about my brother....

So, I said to her, "well, no, see, that *was* my brother you saw yesterday."  She got so embarrassed, it was so freaking funny.  She kept on apologizing, saying "that she just shouldn't of assumed."  I told her not to worry about it, no big deal.  I just thought that I would have been able to get someone hotter then my brother though....

And, tonight is Grey's Anatomy Thursday.  In honor of Grey's Anatomy, we're trying to come up with a sweet alcoholic McBeverage (of course, all of you Grey's Anatomy nuts understand what I'm talking about).  So, I sent some ideas over to Melissa this morning and I'm going to let her decide.  So, hopefully we'll have a new McBeverage to drink every Thursday!