Evolution of love

Land mower

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 shed, the  boat, making beer.. 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 minute, and when I  came out again I handed her a toothbrush.

I said, "When you finish cutting  the
grass, you  might as well sweep the driveway."

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