>
>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 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 will always have a limp.
