I was told as a young squab growing up in west Texas that life is about compromises—finding a happy medium between two parties in any given situation so that neither party feels like it’s being deep fried in bacon fat.
After 22 years of marriage I have found that concept advantageous. For instance, when I’m required to watch a chick flick, my wife insists on Sandra Bullock’s movies, yet I like Pamela Anderson’s … um … movies. So, in the spirit of fairness, we settle on Kate Hudson films. For mood music mi esposa digs Andrea Bocelli. I, on the other hand, likey Godsmack. To keep the peace we settle for spinning a bootleg copy of Honey Boo-Boo speed yodeling at Alabama’s state fair. Read more at: clashdaily.com.