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..............