LOL! That’s adorable.
You know...we have FOUR lawn mowers; three push-types and one rider. Why don’t ANY of them work? I’ll have to ask the Neanderthal I married, LOL!
I thought of you when I got this email ...perhaps you’ve already seen it ... funny stuff!
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.