"Would you rather be right or would you rather be happy?"
Well duh, happy. But to what extent do we give up being "right" to retain the happiness?
I've been struggling with this last night and this morning. If I see a brown dog and say "Gee honey, that sure looks like a brown dog to me." and then hubby says "No, it's a black dog. End of discussion."...do I just nod to keep the peace and continue on with my ear to ear goofy grin knowing all along, even with my only high school education, that THAT was, beyond any doubt, a brown dog?
At what point do we call it like it is, if ever? Or do we (being the left behinders) contanstly struggle with never rocking the boat for fear of throwing our spouses overboard, never to be seen from again?
