Short and sweet today.
THE BROKEN 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, 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.
