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Subject: Fw: Lawn Mower
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From: PetrieLR(a)aol.com
Sent: Apr 10, 2006 11:06 AM
To: dave8hardy(a)earthlink.net
Subject: Lawn 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 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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-----Original Message-----
From: Don and Ann Derner [mailto:donannd@shentel.net]
Sent: Tuesday, April 11, 2006 5:15 PM
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Subject: [PAGenWeb] Fw: Lawn Mower
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Sent: Tuesday, April 11, 2006 10:40 AM
Subject: Fw: Lawn Mower
-----Forwarded Message-----
From: PetrieLR(a)aol.com
Sent: Apr 10, 2006 11:06 AM
To: dave8hardy(a)earthlink.net
Subject: Lawn 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 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.