As promised, from beyond the grave, special guest blogger Dear Abby!

Dear Abby:

I don't know what to do. Mungowitz says he loves me, but he never writes, he never calls, he never sends me flowers. I am typing my fingers to the bone, but he doesn't seem to appreciate me.

Signed Bewildered.


"Bewildered, Bewildered you have no complaint. You are what you are and you ain't what you ain't. So listen up mister and listen up good. Stop wishing for bad luck and knocking on wood."

Signed, Dear Abby