Subject: Lawn Mower

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, fishing, 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 few minutes.

When I came out again I handed her a toothbrush. "When you finish
cutting
the grass," I said, "you might as well sweep the sidewalk! "

The doctors say I will walk again, but I will always have a limp.