A little background – the vet that I take my cats to (which isn’t often) is very pet-owner-focused. He talks to the pet owners about their pets as if the pets were children. His practice very much caters to the pet-owners, even to the point of calling me “Aslan’s mommy.” (Aslan is my kitten.) Maybe they over-do it just a tiny bit in my book, but they do have my business because I know they will take good care of my pets. And I do like to be treated well.
I got a massage this afternoon. It was wonderful! Anyhow, the massage therapist told me, as she was massaging my face, that I had really clear skin and it looked like I had just had a facial. I’ve never had a facial and I often feel frustrated with my skin, so it made me feel really good that she said that.
When I told my husband, he said, “She could work at the vet’s office,” implying that it was just flattery and meaningless.
The other day, I was part of a newspaper interview. When the interview was finished, the young lady doing the interview said to me, “Every time I look at you, I think you look like [a very well-known celebrity who is pretty].” So I was tickled with that!
When I told my husband, he started talking about how stupid he thought this particular celebrity is.
I guess he doesn’t like it when people compliment me.