When our lawn mower broke down my wife kept hinting to me to 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 get her point across.
When I arrived home one day I found her sitting in the tall grass, busily snipping away with a tiny pair of sewing scissors.
I watched silently for a short time 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 may as well sweep the driveway.”
The doc says I will walk again, but will always have a limp.
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