When our lawnmower broke, 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 truck, the car, playing golf, 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 as a joke, 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.