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 came out again and I handed her a toothbrush. I said,
- 'When you finish cutting the grass, you might as well sweep the driveway.'

And then the fight started...