Thursday, November 20, 2008

The Broken Lawnmower

Marriage is a relationship in which one person is always right,
and the other is usually the husband.
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,
e-mail, fishing, 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 few minutes. When I came out again I handed
her a toothbrush. 'When you finish cutting the grass,' I said, 'you
might as well sweep the driveway.'
The doctors say I will walk again, but I will always have a limp.