Yesterday at work, one of the M's (there are three of them, and two with the same name and the third one has a name incredibly similar to the other two) walked by my cube whining about a headache.
I stopped her with, "Hey, give me your hands."
She did, a curious expression on her face. I warned her, "This will hurt," and started massaging the pressure point in the webbing between her thumb and forefinger of her right hand. She yipped and yelped and I popped her thumb loud enough I could hear it. I let go of her hand and asked, "So? How do you feel?"
Her eyes went really wide. She asked, "Are you a white witch?"
I kind of shrugged and grinned. "Yeah, I am."
She kept shooting me looks over her shoulder as she walked away. The other M, who sits in the cube directly across from me (and has the horses I went and played with last week) said, "I'm no witch but I know pressure points! A massage therapist taught me to do that, too!"
At any rate, M-with-a-headache gave me funny looks all day.
Here, have some adorable
foxes.
And
this made me laugh so much as I have scissors for fabric and paper and hair and...
And finally, a new take on
Fullmetal Alchemist.