I Just Can't Seem To Get A Break - 3

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 shed, the boat, making beer..
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 will always have a limp.

 

My wife sat down next to me as I was flipping channels.
She asked, “What’s on TV?”
I said, “Dust.”

And then the fight started…

Saturday morning I got up early, quietly dressed, made 

my lunch, and slipped quietly into the garage. I hooked 

the boat up to the van and proceeded to back out into a 

torrential downpour. The wind was blowing 50 mph, so 

I pulled back into the garage, turned on the radio, and 

discovered that the weather would be bad all day.
I went back into the house, quietly undressed, and slipped 

back into bed. I cuddled up to my wife’s back, now with a 

different anticipation, and whispered, “The weather out 

there is terrible.” My loving wife of 5 years replied, “And, 

can you believe my stupid husband is out fishing in that?”

And that’s how the fight started…

Thanks Dan !