Thought for Tuesday, May 29, 2007

When our lawn mower 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'll 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.

-(Stephen's Story)