Dove
DC Grandma
Broken Lawnmower
>When our lawn mower 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, fishing, 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 few minutes.
>
>When I came out, I handed her a toothbrush. "When you finish cutting the
>grass," I said, "you might as well sweep the sidewalk."
>
>The doctors say I'll eventually walk again, but I'll always have a limp.
>When our lawn mower 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, fishing, 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 few minutes.
>
>When I came out, I handed her a toothbrush. "When you finish cutting the
>grass," I said, "you might as well sweep the sidewalk."
>
>The doctors say I'll eventually walk again, but I'll always have a limp.
