FYI

There is this saying when one is in a relationship: Do you want to be right or do you want to be happy? I chose to be happy.

We hugged. I apologized for being bitchy. He told me it was no big deal.

And then we sat and talked about politics for about 30 minutes, which seems odd considering this same topic caused the initial spat, but it worked for us. And by "we talked", I mean he talked and I interjected with side bars every now and again.

So yeah, we're good.

And excited. We're going to a concert tonight. I'll let you know how it goes on Monday, hopefully, assuming I remember or have the time to write.