We've mostly (males, anyway) all been there. Dragging mannequins, not wives, weirdos. Ankle or wrist, RB? Never mind. Ok, fine, asking which it was makes me labelled weird. Like I've never survived that before. What defines us as men (as men define us) is how we cope in a way that grants us a new lease on marital life and the continued possession of said life in a way that makes possible for fresh relationship start in exchange for keeping a dented 14' Lund that looks like it's been over Niagara and a 15 HP Evinrude that burns more oil than gas and still hasn't recovered from TV footage of the Kennedy assassination.