Lawn Mower

When our lawn mower broke down, my wife kept hinting to me that I
should get it fixed. Somehow I always had something else to take care of
first – the car, online gaming, 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 came
out again and handed her a toothbrush.
“When you finish cutting the grass,” I said, “you might as well sweep the
driveway.”

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