Dear Ann Landers,
f you say I am super-critical and overly-sensitive, I will take your word for it. My husband and I are having a sharp disagreement over something and you are going to settle it. Last night we were invited to a dinner party. The hostess is a good person. She would give anyone the shirt off her back. But she manages to turn every conversation into what you call "an organ recital." We are all sick to death of listening to her physical complaints. I call her "Mrs. Kvetch." (Not to her face, of course.) "Mrs. Kvetch" had an operation for gallstones six weeks ago. The entire cocktail hour was devoted to the details of her operation-down to the last stitch. When she brought out the bottle of her gallstones and passed it around, I was appalled. Plus viewing the stones we had to listen to her doc-tor's appraisal. . . "The largest he had ever seen." Needless to say, I had no appetite for dinner. (My husband had two help-ings of everything.) What do you think about a hostess who would monopo-lize the entire cocktail hour with talk of her operation and display her gall-stones at a dinner party? STILL NOT HUNGRY

dear s.n.h.,
I'm with you. In fact, I think I'll have an apple for lunch. Thanks for writing. Complaining THE ANN LANDERS ENCYCLOPEDIA 743 IF IN KALAMAZOO, IT HELPS TO HAVE A BIG OPERATION