Actual post-dinner, pre-car ride home conversation with my wife:
(we join the conversation in progress)
K: Well, it’s not actually Dear Abby. It’s her daughter, I think.
M: No, that’s Ann Landers. She died.
K: I know Ann Landers died. I’m saying Dear Abby is written by her daughter now. Dear Abby has alzheimer’s.
M: Oh my gosh! I didn’t know that.
K: Well, neither does she. She just wonders why she gets so much mail. :smile