There was a time I thought women were stronger and braver than men.

Yes, I was quite enlightened.

Actually, no way I’d go through childbirth.

Scientific studies years ago kept saying it was true – and I’ll believe anything scientific.

But some recent studies are taking that back, and they might be right.

I always thought the wife was one of those braver-than-men types.

Anyone that handles dog poop and catches cockroaches in her bare hands is a hero to me.

But I was wrong.

My lady is a wuss.
A wimp.
A pansy.

Case in point…

Everyone gets minor cuts and scrapes.
It’s part of living.

The wife doesn’t get a minor anything.
A paper cut becomes a 911 emergency.

“Is it infected”
“Change my band-aid. I can’t look at it.”
“Are you sure it’s okay?”
“It hurts. Should I go to the emergency room”?
“What if I get it wet?”
“Do I need stitches?”
“What if it gets worse?”
“Am I going to die?”

And that’s in the first 30 minutes.
And it goes on and on until it heals.

I’ve busted bones and dripped blood all over the place.
Just give me a beer and it’ll be okay.

I just don’t understand it.

Grabbing a big roach with your bare hands is about the bravest thing in the world to me.

Then there is this whole “My finger is going to fall off” thing.

See why old guys get grumpy?