I visited my friend and neighbor in the hospital. He looked terrible. I asked Fred, “What the heck happened?” So, he told me the following story:
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 lying 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 my ribs will eventually heal and that I may walk again, but I will probably always have a limp.) 😰