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Prognosis Negative!
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 shed, the boat, making beer......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.
