Through the convenience of sperm banks and the marvel of in vitro fertilization, women can become pregnant without a man's presence. Yet, a man has to ask his wife how to clean the bath tub. But, for all our determination and sufficiencies, we still need to be needed.
Thus... we marry.

  After the honeymoon is over, we begin to make certain observations. I have come to the following conclusions... Husbands are good for entertaining the children while you cook dinner, but are usually "too tired" to take you out to eat. If he's a good one, he'll say your cooking is just so much better than any restaurant's. They're nice to have around for home repairs, (if you can get him motivated) for charcoaling steaks, for keeping the bed warm, changing light bulbs, and for killing bugs. But in general, husbands are like over-sized table ornaments of abstract art ~ impossible to explain and appreciated only at certain angles, but wonderful conversation pieces. You're not quite sure why you have one, and almost certain it isn't the one you ordered. It isn't very practical. Some days, you sit and admire it, while other days, brooding eyes grimace at the awkward, hideous object, wondering why it's in your house taking up space. But you can't bring yourself to part with it, for beneath your smug exterior, you've truthfully grown quite attached to its unique characteristics, regardless of what your friends say. Alas, women will never run out of things to talk about as long as we have husbands!