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 shed, the boat, making beer. 
It was 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."   
And that's when the fight started..............