The Lawmower

When our lawnmower 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, 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 again I handed her a toothbrush. "When you finish cutting the grass," I said, "you might as well sweep the sidewalk."

The doctors say I will walk again, but I will always have a limp.

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Nota Bene: The title is a typo, but after getting this note from a reader, I thought I'd leave it: "After reading the title I thought the joke was going to be about getting rid of lawyers!" In your dreams, Mike! :-)

Posted August 1, 2006

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