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.
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