I woke up this morning to find a deep tissue massage gift certificate from my husband. Why? While I was driving home last night, he went to rub my shoulders and was disgusted by the knots in my shoulders. I’ve been complaining for quite a while about my shoulders and upper back bothering me, and now he believed me. I think it’s a combination of increased workouts at the gym and not finding a good pillow to sleep with. As you may know, I love the King of Queens. My husband is always running around claiming wife credit. I picked-up my clothes. Wife Credit. I washed my dishes. Wife Credit. Changed the baby. You guessed it, wife credit. I don’t think my massage was a case of gaining wife credit. I think it was a gift out of love and pure disgust at my knotty shoulders. If it is...
