Last Thursday, I blamed credited Mary, over at Mary J Melange, with the idea to use crane doors for Thursday Doors. This week, I have to give her “credit” for inspiring this One-Liner Wednesday post.
Mary was talking about Foam Rollers on Facebook.
Up until a couple of years ago, if you said “foam roller” to me, I would have thought about one of two things. Either the foam rollers that can be used to spread stain and clear finishes on woodworking projects, or the home permanent kits from the 60’s.
No, I never had a home perm.
But I did have to sit through a few Saturday nights when my cousin gave my mother a perm. Oh my, that smell. That was the worst smell ever.
However, a few years ago, Shelly, a.k.a. my Physical Therapist. Introduced me to a whole ‘nother kind of foam roller. The six-inch diameter, 48″(121.9cm) long closed-cell foam cylinder designed for massage and exercise but adapted by physical therapists to inflict pain and cause great humiliation.
I wrote about this before. I even illustrated that post with a signature graphic element. However, I left out my one-liner because I was nervous about offending people. Well, Mary’s encouragement combined with the fact that my editor doesn’t edit #1linerWeds posts brings me to the ragged edge of sacrilege today. When Shelly first introduced me to the foam roller, she told me to: “park your butt at the very end of that, then lay back with your spine on the roller and let your arms hang at your side.”
Keep in mind, I was in PT because my neck and shoulder hurt. I was in pain. So much pain. The worst pain ever. When Shelly asked me: “so, what do you think of the foam roller?” I replied:
“I think this is how they killed Jesus.”
Mary thought it was funny. And, Mary wrote about Jesus and cat poop, so if I get turned away at the Pearly Gates, I’ll be in good company.
This post is part of Linda G. Hill’s One-Liner Wednesday. See all the other one-liners at her place.





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