Ann Landers received a page from the audience that went similar to this:
Dear Ann Landers:
Her home appears as though they’d moved in yesterday. She never ever cooks dinner. All things are in cans or frozen. Her young ones consume sent-in meals. Yet this husband that is slob’s her like a Dresden doll. He calls her “Poopsie” and “Pet,” and covers the phone by having a blanket as he would go to work therefore she can get her remainder. On weekends the laundry is done by him in addition to advertising.
I get right up at 6 a.m. and fix my husband’s breakfast. We make their tops as the people into the shops “don’t fit right.” If my better half ever emptied a wastebasket, I’d faint. Continue reading