The power mower was broken and wouldn't run, a lady kept hinting to her
husband that he should get it fixed, but somehow, the message never sank
in. Finally, she thought of a clever way to make her point. 
When her husband arrived home one day, he found her seated in the tall
grass, busily snipping away with a tiny pair of sewing scissors. He
watched silently for a short time, and then went into the house. 
He was gone only a few moments, and when he came out again, he handed
her a toothbrush. 
"When you finish cutting the grass," he said, "you might as well sweep
the sidewalks."

Ray Shahan 
Life is not a journey to the grave with the 
intention of arriving safely in a pretty and 
well preserved body, but rather to skid in 
broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, 
and loudly proclaiming: 
-- WOW!!! What a Ride

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