I called DearWife the other day, to let her know I'd be home on time for BodyPump. At the end of the call:
DW: "Is there anything else you wanted to tell me?
DW: "Are you sure?"
Me: (straining to think of what I might have left open or not put away) "u, yah"
Me: "oh, about the post where I said I was just going to buy the TV?"
We reached a preliminary agreement that we would have a preliminary discussion about the conditions under which a new TV might or might not be purchased. Which I'm counting as a large victory. And in a show of good faith, I'll probably delay the retaining wall (which would throw my back out, and would force us to hire a landscaper to redo what I would undoubtedly mess up).