This is a story about a girl named Lucky

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?