A la Amar (I think that’s who it was), I’m sorry. Really sorry. It was all my fault, believe me, and it won’t happen again. Really. Um…where were we?
Robin
Right-o.
There’s a folk music duo around here, “Magpie” (Greg Artzner and Terry Leonino), who sang a song sort of on this topic–the refrain with something like this: “You were right, I was wrong, I’ll never doubt you again.”
I’ve recited it (usually in good humor) many times. If I happen to be in public, I may hear knowing chuckles from strangers.
Just saying it costs little and gains much in keeping strains out of the relationship. (Oh yeah, I sometimes get to hear it, too. 
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M
I’m sorry, too.
Me too. I promise never do that thing again.
I am not sorry, and I will repeat it without remorse.
Shame on you!
Do you want burned at the stake or hanged?
There ya go, Em.
I’ve always wanted to be burned at the stake…it has such an air of romanticism about it… 
I think I’ll go for the old “out a witch” method of being thrown in the well. I will rise to the surface, thus revealing my true nature, but if we could let it go at that it’ll be just fine.
Very well. Bring my largest scale.
And a duck.
I wasn’t even thinking of witches. :-/
“We always did see the same,just saw it from a different point of view..
tangled up in blue”
Bob Dylan.
Slan,
D.
steaks should be rare, never burnt.
that’s good, since I rarely eat them. (as in never)
Alive and still breathing is even better.
Ahh…that’s how my hubby likes them…
Robin
hahahahaaaa…me too. 