dont write to ann landers shes dead, plus the other one is like 104 i dint know how much good advice she could give , of course i nevr written its a women thing
I've never written to them but I've always gotten a kick out of reading their columns. Unfortunately I heard earlier this week that Dear Abby has alzheimers.
Maybe I should start a Dear Shannon column. Would you trust a 32 yo's advice, Jason? I wouldn't use actual names. Here's some you could use: Sandwich Guy from Ohio? Or Sexy Man from Akron?
Lars, for some reason, I find some of their columns hard to believe. I think they write their own stuff.
The women who are/were Dear Abby (Pauline Phillips) and Ann Landers (Esther "Eppie" Lederer) are twin sisters. Ann Landers died earlier this year of cancer. They ran her columns that she had written before her death until just recently. Now, there are two women writing the column. I think they call it "Annie's Mailbox". Ann Landers had stated that "Ann Landers" would die with her.
As Lars said, it was recently announced that her sister Dear Abby has Alzheimer's. Ann Landers died around their birthday. She was 83 and her surviving sister is now 84. They also admitted that Dear Abby's daughter, Jeanne Phillips has actually been writing the column for quite some time. And, in typical fashion, there has been family feuding between the daughters of the two women about who is taking advantage of whom. And, they have no one to write to for advice.
When you say "caught", were they playing baseball? Was it a candy cane you broke? Was the institution the Disney Institute?
Perhaps we should look into why she was with this other man. Did he make grand promises, such as always putting a fresh roll of tp on the dispenser?
Did you do the right thing? What does your wife think?
Then again, there is the obvious thing. Was this man, perhaps you, and you "caught" your profile in the mirror on the wall as you were kissing her cheek before you left for work one morning?
I think I should stick with my day job, and leave the advice to the forelorn to the professionals.
My wife is always complaining I give her too many foot massages. What should I do? What do women want? What is the meaning of life? Why am I asking you?
Your thoughts, please.
Sincerely,
One More Massage And I'm Sleeping On The Porch Without The Fluffy Pillows