Looking through my e-mail, I ran across this little gem. It was sent to me by my sister of all people. It strikes me as funny because of my loathing of mowing the lawn.
Cut the Grass
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 – which were always
more important to me.
Finally she thought of a clever way to maker 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.”
My Doctor says I will probably be able to 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.
© 2008, Robert Owen. All rights reserved.
