Why are men happier

I usually don't post these viral e-mail funnies, but this one struck a chord....

Why are Men Happier?

What do you expect from such simple creatures? Your last name stays put. The garage is all yours. Wedding plans take care of themselves. Chocolate is just another snack. You can be Prime Minister. You can never be pregnant. You can wear a white T-shirt to a water park. Hell, you can wear NO shirt to a water park! Car mechanics tend to tell you the truth. You were practically born to sell cars. The world is your urinal. You'll never drive to another gas station restroom because this one is too icky. You don't have to stop and think of which way to turn a nut on a bolt. Same work, more pay. Wrinkles add character. Wedding dress: $5000. Tux rental: $100. People never stare at your chest when you're talking to them. The occasional well-rendered belch (or fart) is practically expected. New shoes don't mangle your feet. One mood all the time. Phone conversations are over in 30 seconds flat. You know stuff about tanks. A five-day vacation requires only one suitcase. You can open all your own jars. You get extra credit for the slightest act of thoughtfulness. If someone forgets to invite you, he or she can still be your friend. Your underwear is $8.95 for a three-pack. Three pairs of shoes are more than enough. You almost never have strap problems in public. You are unable to see wrinkles in your clothes. Everything on your face stays its original color. A haircut costs maybe $15 at a barber. You only have to shave your face. You play with toys all your life. Your belly usually hides your big hips. Wallet? Shoes? One colour for all seasons. You can wear shorts no matter how your legs look. You have freedom of choice concerning growing a mustache. You can do Christmas shopping for 25 relatives on December 24 in 25 minutes.

Thanks to Marg Elliot, who always only sends me the good ones.