It's All About Compromise

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This husband and I…

Ran some errands…coincidentally…around lunchtime…we did the usual…where do you want to eat…I don’t care…what sounds good to you…anything…it doesn’t matter to me…routine…it ends with his…you pick…I always have to pick…you decide this time…

And it’s true…this old gal does usually encourage him to choose…he has his thoughts about meals…knows what he likes…where to get it…is usually hungry for something specific…

His wife…not so much…most of the time it really doesn’t matter…there’s something on every menu that would hit the spot…this seemed serious though…important this time to let the lady choose…ok…I say…how about Pizza Ranch…cactus bread sounds good…

Eyes squint…the nose wrinkles…the lips purse…how about Chinese…was his reply…

And so it was…Chinese…something for each of us…a good dessert spread…and in the end…

We both got to pick…
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And this husband of mine…agrees…