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, the house, 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 most likely 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.