When our lawn mower broke and wouldn't run, my wife kept hinting to me that I should get it fixed. I am a master procrastinator, however, and I always managed to have something else to take care first: the car, finishing up something on the computer, playing guitar - something that was always 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.
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