Speaking of "grass cutting"....

[mockingbird812]

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 is that marriage is a relationship in which one person
is
always right, and the other is the husband.