Dear Ann Landers,
I'm at the end of my rope with this lunkhead I'm married to. What would you do if on the day before your birthday your husband handed you a quarter and said, Here, honey, go buy yourself a birthday card ?- Counting to 100

Dear Counting,
I would take the quarter, smile tenderly, thank him for his thoughtfulness, and tell him he was sweet to 155 remember. I would then buy a card for ten cents and bring the last of the big spenders fifteen cents in change.