You Might As Well...
When our lawn mower broke down 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.