(For the Ladies, a special pampering)
Say, Beautiful, I’ve made all the necessary (and unnecessary) arrangements. I’m going in to work today. But you certainly need not.
This is what I want you to do: Invoice me for your day’s salary, commission, sales percentage, overtime, per diem . . . whatever the monetary case may be for what otherwise would be fair compensation for your normal day’s work. Any surcharges, just because, are fine by me.
I got you, Love.
Close the shop. Tell your clients it’s Pamper-Her-Friday and you’re the designated Pamperee.
Shut down the online grid for the day; you’ve got enough followers on the social media; your constant brand promotion can survive a down day; power down the iPad and handset for the remainder of the day.
The kids? I’ve got the sitter arranged and the tickets for LegoLand; they can go lego-crazy–build some inventions, explore their imaginations, water-play all day, ’til their hearts’ content.
Meanwhile, I want you to de-stress, decompress, come out the dress and expose those lovely legs, arms, and shoulders to a little sunsplash and then palm shade . . . by calm waters.
I’ve got a novel I want you to sink your mind into: “Would You Mind Company the Rest of Your Life?”–a romantic heartwrencher and riveter unlike anything you’ve ever literarily experienced.
In the paper today I read that women are now the hardest workers in the global economy, your value–per capita, per family, per household, per small business, per relationship–has now become so vital to the economic landscape as to be incalculable.
It only reinforced what I already knew, especially as it applies to you.
It’s about worth. Not work.
Which is why I honor you today with a whatever-you-want day.
Relax, my sweet. And be ready for more over the weekend.
It’s Pamper-Her-Friday, Love.
Pamper the woman . . . she needs it. -Rg2
© 2014 Pamper-Her-Friday by Rg2®