How the Fight Started…
“When our lawnmower broke down 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… golf, the boat, making beer… always something more important to me.
Finally she thought of a 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 nail scissors.
I watched silently for a short time and then went into the house.
I was only gone a minute and, when I came out again, I handed her a toothbrush.
I said, “When you’ve finished cutting the grass, you might like to sweep the driveway.”
And that’s when the fight started…