 That'll teach the girls!!
Last summer, when the lawn 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 sunk in.
Finally I thought of a clever way to make the point. When my husband arrived home that day, he found me seated in the tall grass, busily snipping away with a tiny pair of sewing scissors.
He watched silently for a short time, then went into the house. He was gone only a few moments, and when he came out again he handed me a toothbrush.
"When you finish cutting the grass," he said, "you might as well sweep the pathway." |