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.