My Husband
When the power mower was broken and wouldn't run. I kept hinting to my husband that he ought to get it fixed, but somehow the message never sank in.
Finally, though, I thought of a clever way to make my point.
When my husband arrived home that day, he found me seated out in the yard in the tall grass, busily snipping away with a tiny pair of sewing scissors.
He watched silently for a short time and then went into the house. He was gone only a few moments, when he came out again he handed me a toothbrush.
"When you finish cutting the grass," he said, "you might as well sweep the sidewalk too."
The doctors say he will probably live, but I can guarantee you, it will be quite a while before those casts come off!"
Finally, though, I thought of a clever way to make my point.
When my husband arrived home that day, he found me seated out in the yard in the tall grass, busily snipping away with a tiny pair of sewing scissors.
He watched silently for a short time and then went into the house. He was gone only a few moments, when he came out again he handed me a toothbrush.
"When you finish cutting the grass," he said, "you might as well sweep the sidewalk too."
The doctors say he will probably live, but I can guarantee you, it will be quite a while before those casts come off!"
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