When our lawn mower broke and wouldn't run, his wife kept

hinting

to him that he should get it fixed. But, somehow he always had

something else to take care of first, the shed, the boat,

making beer.. Always something more important to him. Finally

she

thought of a clever way to make her point.

When he

arrived home one day, he found her seated in the tall

grass, busily snipping away with a tiny pair of sewing

scissors. He watched silently for a short time and then went

into

the house. He was gone only a minute, and when he came out

again

he handed her a toothbrush. he said, "When you finish

cutting the

grass, you might as well sweep the driveway.."

The doctors

say he will walk again, but he will always have a limp.