Oooooops!

This past week I finally got back to the chiropractor. Haven't been to one since we moved this past summer. Jesse (don't know when I'll switch to her real name) could not move her neck to the left the whole weekend, so I made an appointment for her on Monday. The doctor was really good with her and so I decided to make an appointment for myself. Woke up the morning after her visit and I couldn't move my neck. I told Jesse it must have been contagious. So on her second visit, I was somewhat forced to make an appt. for myself. Here comes the reference to the title.

If you have never been to a chiropractor before, let me fill you in on a few things. At some point (if you are having your back area worked on) they will sit on you and squeeze every last bit of air out of your body. Yes, EVERY last bit of air. I hope that my fart was disguised by the sound of the popping and cracking of my back. Somehow I don't think so. The worst part is that he is a Dr. McDreamy (thanks Marisa!). He kinda reminded me of a young Woody Harrelson. Not that I think Woody Harrelson is dreamy. Anyways, he was not old and not female (like my old chiro).

Jesse and I go back for another session tomorrow. I will try to remember to not eat any cabbage or beans until then.