I told my wife I wished she’d come with directions. She said this is a first, as I’ve never heard you ask for directions before.
She also said not to worry that she "did" come with directions and has been giving them to me since the day we met.
The other day, Nancy and I got into some petty argument. (I say it was petty. She would have said it was Armageddon.) As is our nature, neither of us would admit the possibility that we might be in error.
To her credit, Nancy finally said, "Look. I'll tell you what. I'll admit I'm wrong if you admit I was right."
"Fine." I said.
She took a deep breath, looked me in the eye and said, "I'm wrong."
I grinned and replied, "You're right."
I picked the wrong time to break up with my girlfriend. I made the mistake of doing this when the roller coaster we were on at the theme park was almost to the top, ready to plummet down the other side...
Needless to say, things went downhill from there.
Ben was complaining to his friend Ralph about his new girlfriend. "I think Tonya is a hoarder. I went over to her place for the first time yesterday and everywhere I looked, there were magazines. Dozens of them, strewn around everywhere. People, Good Housekeeping, Readers Digest, TV Guide, Life, Time, Newsweek. You name it, she had it."
"I wouldn't go out with her anymore if I were you," said Ralph.
"She has issues."