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 truck, the car, playing golf, etc. Finally she thought of a clever way to make her point. The next day I looked out the window, I saw her seated in the tall grass, busily snipping away with a tiny pair of sewing scissors. I watched for a bit, and then handed her a toothbrush. She asked what the toothbrush was for, so I told her as soon as she was finished cutting the lawn, she could sweep the driveway. After the fight, the doctors in the emergency room told me I would walk again, but would always have a limp.