You wouldn't know it to look at me, but occasionally I do hard work. Like the time I cleaned out the garage and got rid of all the old junk we'd been throwing in the garage for years.
True, that was back in September, but the point is that I did some hard work -- and, me being a pretty smart guy, I made sure that I had some decent work gloves to wear.
That was important because we had everything from old broken croquet sets to discarded furniture to mousetraps to some things that I don't know what they were and I'm pretty sure were left there by the people who lived there before us, all in the garage. Plus, at our house, you're never more than a few feet from a wild raccoon.
And I have no desire to get a splinter, a cut, a bite, or zapped by some electrical wire I didn't see hanging there. I'm ALREADY doing hard work, so it's unpleasant per se, but I don't need to make it worse -- and I don't need to get another tetanus shot.
So if you're like me, and once a year you'll finally cave in and do something your wife asks you to do, make sure at least you're protecting your hands. You'll need them to eat the nachos while you watch "Piranha" on DVD.