From time to time I am accused of just being agreeable.
I will admit, that sometimes that is the truth.
Sometimes it is not.
Most of the time, it doesn't matter where we eat, or what movie we watch, or even what color the bedspread is.
As long as my wonderful wife is happy, I am happy.
There is a down side to being agreeable as I discovered this past weekend.
My wonderful wife suggested that maybe she was crazy.
I was dumb and agreed with her. And followed it up with I am just being agreeable.
I now know that being agreeable is bad, especially when she says something like that.
I might one day be able to use my right arm to drive again.
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