Lawnmower and Toothbrush

Here is what happened when I wouldn't get our lawnmower fixed.

My wife kept hinting that I should get it repaired, but I always had something else to take care of first: the shed, the boat, or making beer. 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, 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.