When our lawn mower broke and wouldn't run, my
wife kept hinting to me that I should get it fixed. But, somehow I always had something else to take care of first, the truck, the car, playing golf - always something more important to me.


Finally she thought of a clever way to make her
point. When I arrived home one day, I found her
seated in the tall grass, busily snipping away
with a tiny pair of sewing scissors.  

I watched silently for a short time and then went into the house. I was gone only a minute, and when I came out again I handed her a toothbrush.

I said, "When you finish cutting the grass, you might  as well sweep the driveway."


The doctors say I will walk again, but I will always have a limp.


Moral to this story: Marriage is a relationship in which one person is always right, and the other is the husband.