When our lawn mower broke and would no longer run, my wife kept hinting to me that I should get it fixed. But 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 and said, ” When you finish cutting the grass, you might as well sweep the driveway…”

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

H.T to Mike!