Obviously, this isn't from my own experience. Thought I'd say that so no one starts thinkin' I have a husband....

Sometimes men can be to smart for their own good...

When the power mower broke and wouldn't run, I kept hinting to my
husband that he ought to get it fixed, but somehow the 'message' never
sank in. Finally, I thought of a clever way to make my point.

When my husband arrived home that day, he found me 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 few moments when he came out again. He handed me a
toothbrush.
"When you finish cutting the grass," he said, "you might as well sweep
the drive-way."
The doctors say he will probably live, but it will be quite awhile
before all the casts come off.