Yes, that is me quoting Britney.
Embrace it & love it.
Ross worked a long day yesterday.
Thirteen hours.
When he got home, he gave me a massive hug, kissed my forehead and then this is what went down.
Ross: "Let me just quickly get changed
and then I'll come through and give you a massage."
Me: "Erm...you've just worked a thirteen hour day,
it should be me giving you a massage."
Ross: "Ahh, I'm alright,
but when I spoke to you on the phone earlier,
you sounded sad,
so I wanted to do something nice to make you happy."
This is why I'm Lucky.
PS. Does it make me a bad wife if even after a 13 hour working day I let him give me a half an hour long massage?
