Hey, Bobert, I feel yer pain. Ya know why? I've seen women who could nag the paint off a post. Yessirree. I've seen women who could nag the bark off a tree and drive a dog to stop eatin'. We got women in this country (Canada) who are so good at naggin' that I personally feel that yer wimmenz from Aymurica ain't got a chance of grabbin' the gold. No chance at all.

Now, I got a mother who nags all the livelong day about things that would never even occur to most people. She worries about the dogs, she worries about the lawn, she worries about whether I am "eating enough", she worries about whether McCain will win the danged election, and she worries about every other damn thing you can think of and a whole bunch of things you never thought of!

Then there's my Aunt Janet!!! My mother's younger sister. That woman worries about stuff even my mother would never think of. In the annals of worry warts my aunt is Mount Everest! Even my mother agrees on that. My aunt Janet has been drivin' her kids, her friends, and all her relatives nuts ever since she was knee-high to a cricket with all her danged worryin' and naggin' and it has never accomplished ANYTHING. Not once.

Yup, Bobert, I feel yer pain.

There is only a coupla things you kin do about a naggin' womanz. Like...

1. Go fishin'. They can't getcha when yer out on the lake.
2. Hop in the truck with a 12-pack, say yer goin' downtown to get "some groceries", drive out to some scenic spot, and drink fer a few hours in blessed silence.
3. Feign deafness.
4. Pretend yer asleep.
5. Keep sayin' "Yes, dear..." no matter what they say.
6. Shoot yerself.