I'm sitting here in my big, manly, comfortable, black leather poppa chair in my living room, and I'm a whole lot better than I was last week when even with my most manly manipulation, I couldn't open a jar, and my Lady Wonder Wench did it. She said she wiggled it. The jar lid I mean.

That obviously cut manly me to the quick. But when I mentioned it to you, most of you were very supportive. You made me feel better. A couple of days ago I stopped whining, and by this morning my tears had pretty much dried up. So I feel manly again. Ready to use a chain saw again...fly my airplane...use the tv channel changer. Ready to fight the biggest challenge men face today, excess humility.