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."