When our lawn mower broke I kept hinting to my husband that he should get it fixed. But, somehow he always had something else to take care of first - the house, the car, playing golf - always something more important to him than fixing the mower. Finally I thought of a clever way to make my point. When he arrived home one day after yet another golfing-buddy day, I was seated in the tall grass, busily snipping away with a tiny pair of sewing scissors. He watched silently for a short time and then went into the house. He was gone only a minute, and when he came out again he handed me a toothbrush and said, "When you finish cutting the grass, you might as well sweep the driveway." The doctors say he will walk again, but will always have a limp. And, the moral to this story: Marriage is a relationship in which one person is always right, and the other is the husband.