Dear Ann Landers,
hanks for nothing. So you have been picking up after your husband for twenty-nine years and you want another twenty-nine, do you? Well, lots of luck. My husband came home last night, dropped his coat and hat on the floor, and said, "Ann Landers says you should pick it up." I told him his clothes would go out of style before I picked them up. I've got six kids to run after, three meals to fix, lunch boxes to pack, a nine-room house, and laundry stacked to the ceiling. I fall in bed exhausted every night, and you think I should play nursemaid to a 220-pound slob with a warped sense of humor. A friend of mine told me she heard you are a man. I'm sure she is right. No woman would write such crazy advice.-Former Reader

Dear Former,
By the time a man marries he is either an established dropper or a confirmed picker-upper. If you mar-ried a dropper, resign yourself. Don't let his bad habits turn you into a nag. If you married a picker-upper, send your mother-in-law a dozen roses.