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Dear Hoss:
My 40-year-old son has been paying a psychiatrist $50 an hour every week for two and a half years. He must be crazy.
Half-Crazed in Cleveland
Dear Half:
No, it is the psychiatrist who is crazy. No doctor works that cheap.
Dear Hoss:
I have a man I can't trust. He cheats so much, I'm not even sure the baby I'm carrying is his.
Pronged in Pocono
Dear Two Cards Short:
If your pronger looks like Yoda but the baby doesn't, I'd be a little suspicious.
Dear Hoss:
My mother is mean and short-tempered. I think she is going through mental pause.
Befuddled in Baltimore
Dear Fuddle:
I doubt it. Anyone who is mean and short-tempered has lost all her mentals.
Dear Hoss:
Our son writes that he is studying Judo. Why would a boy who was raised in a good Christian home turn against his own?
Yours in Jesus the Son
Dear Sonny:
Judo is not a religion (it is one of the few words in the English language that somebody has not prayed to, on or about.) Judo is a way of pouring coffee at Starbuck's.
(Here's somebody else who seems to be out of place.)
Dear Hoss:
I am a 23-year-old liberated woman who has been on the pill for two years. It's getting expensive and I think my boyfriend should share half the cost, but I don't know him well enough to discuss money with him.
Lack-a-Moolah in Lackawanna
Dear Lacking:
Start out slowly. Discuss little things, like pounds and rubles and francs. As soon as his eyes glaze over, hand him a bill.
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My favorite word today is screech! N., I can't stand this!!! Def.: The ghastly sound made by owls and beginning violinists.
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