Our lawn mower broke and wouldn't run (is that redundant?). So Judy kept hinting to me that I should get it fixed. But, somehow I always had something else to take care of first; the shed, the boat, drinking beer… always something more important to me.
Finally she thought of a clever way to make her point.
When I arrived home from working on the boat and drinking beer, I found Judy seated in the tall grass, busily snipping away with a tiny pair of 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, "Here, Hon. 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.
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