The broken lawn mower

The broken lawn mower


Marriage is a relationship in which one person is always right, and the
other is usually the husband.

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, e-mail, fishing, 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 few minutes. When I came out again I handed her a
toothbrush.

"When you finish cutting the grass," I said,"you might as well sweep the
driveway."


The doctors say I will walk again, but I will always have a limp.

:2tsup:

My SWMBO was sick of looking at the long grass and decided she would do some mowing. It was a stinking hot day and I waited for awhile thinking she would soon collapse.
My conscious got the better of me while watching her push that heavy bloody thing around, so I went and bought her a smaller one.:U

My dad is your average handyman - does an OK job, if he ever did it...

Mum worked out the best way of motivating him. She picked went to the shed, grabbed a decent size hammer and walked off in the direction of the item to be repaired:o. Dad always overtook her on the way with the tools to fix whatever it was...

You blokes have got more courage than me.

I won my last fight with the missus by
50 metres and the slam of a gate.

Allan

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You can't teach an old mouse new clicks.

I prefer to have my fights with my darling at the pub. Me at the pub, her at home...:wink: