Our lawnmower broke down, and for weeks my spouse stored reminding me to repair it.
Each time she requested, I by some means managed to search out one thing “extra essential” to do.
One afternoon, I stepped exterior and couldn’t consider what I noticed.
There was my spouse, kneeling in the course of our overgrown garden, rigorously trimming the grass… with a tiny pair of scissors.
I watched her for a second with out saying a phrase.
Then I rotated, walked again into the home, and returned a few minute later.
She regarded up, anticipating I’d lastly introduced the lawnmower.
As a substitute, I handed her a toothbrush.
She frowned.
I smiled and mentioned, “Once you end slicing the grass… you may as properly use this to comb the driveway.”
The medical doctors say I’ll stroll usually once more sometime…
However they’ll by no means be capable to do something concerning the limp.
