A Tale of a Brave Woman

I’ve known from before that my wife is brave. Hell, she married me, which should settle any questions.

The pain she endured during her childbirth and the six or seven hours of hard pushing, without an epidural or any other medication was amazing. I would have passed out long before the end, and if I were to move, it would only to get on my hands and knees to plead with the doctor for relief or a cesarean.

But now, I have evidence of a reserve of previously unknown, undiscovered courage which would shame any of us lesser mortals. Joan of Arc may have been burned at the stake with dignity, but The Lady in Red also looked terror in its eyes and didn’t flinch.

Last night, the love of my life handed me a pair of sharp shears and asked me to trim her bangs. After I had had two glasses of wine. While knowing that in my forty six years of existence, I have never cut the hair of anyone before.

Were it a simple straight cut, it may have been easy, but her hair style is parted toward one side, so the hair falls at an angle. Naturally, you can’t just lop it off or it looks like it belongs on a three-year old.

After a bit of experimenting, for which I can’t imagine the horror she must have been enduring, I finally got something which got her bangs off her eyes – and doesn’t look as bad as the first almost disastrous snip.

So my wife is one hell of a tough cookie and all you pussies can just be jealous. If you’ve got a problem with that – take it up with my wife, I’m a wimp.

Did you call me a pussy? :wink:

Yup. Brave woman. However, I am braver.

In the depths of perimenopausal PMS, I let/forced my husband to pull little chunks of my hair through the dreaded circled-hole Clairol cap so I could streak it. :smack:

Just remember, we love you both anyway.

Clearly, you should put your wife in a room with Chuck Norris and see what happens next.

:wink:

He’ll start campaigning for her. She’s one badass chick.
But I really love the other ass.

Any chance she’ll enter politics?

Hmmm, odd. It appears that MouseMavenitis is both contageous and also affects men.

:eek:

:smiley:

Keep em’ coming.

Is there anything more humiliating than those hair color caps?

Oh yeah? You think *that’s * brave? My wife drove by herself from Colorado to Missouri in the dead of winter, got stranded with a flat tire in Kansas City in an ice storm, bought herself a bus ticket and rode the bus all the way to Fort Leonard Wood just so she could have sex with me! And then she stood toe-to-toe with my First Sergeant and informed him in no uncertain terms that she was driving with her husband to Fort Gordon, GA, and if the U.S. Army had a problem with that they could talk to Senator Gary Hart about it (she didn’t even know Gary Hart!)

I’m not kidding – she really did those things. Plus the childbirth thing twice, etc., etc. Brave lady.

She couldn’t do worse that the current field.