Hungry and Hobbling

Questions to the highly qualified Dr Lottie Prospect.

Dear Dr. Lottie,
Recently I had surgery on both of my feet. The night I came home from the hospital, I was a little delirious to say the least and was wheeled from the car to the bed in a wheelchair.
Lying in bed, starving from fasting all day I thought to myself, “ I wonder if per chance there may be little dinner coming my way?”
Right on cue, my husband waltzed through the door with an enormous bowl of pasta and a chilled glass of wine. I was so relieved and thankful, smiling I said “Thank you, how wonderful!” He quickly corrected me saying that it was for himself!
Then sitting on the bed next to me with an enormous mouthful of spaghetti he mumbled, “Tell me when you are hungry”. I said without delay, “I’m hungry”. And thinking I was being terribly funny he chuckled into his dinner saying, “No really, tell me when you are hungry”. I replied, “I’m hungry!”
After finishing his dinner he brought me in something to eat and then proceeded to fall asleep on the couch, leaving me to get the children to bed.
Do you think this is ground for divorce?

Signed Hungry and Hobbling.

Dear Hungry and Hobbling,
I think divorce is probably a little drastic there are far better ways of getting back at your husband than divorcing him and fleecing him for all he is worth.
Hold onto your anger and wait until the next time when he has come down with “The Man Flu”. Wait till he is lying in bed with a fever, delirious and feeble. Then quietly spend good half hour getting all freshened up. Perfumed, powdered and with your brand new matching sexy underwear, pounce on him and demand from him all that you are worth.

Thank you for your neglected letter.
Dr Lottie.

Bowed and Broken

Dear Dr. Lottie,
I am wondering if you have a solution to my disheartening problem…
Recently I reluctantly retired from many, many years of riding the range rounding cattle and breaking-in wild Brumbies.
Lonely and dispassionate I hunted down a new form of exercise and took up Tap Dancing.
When I saw myself in the unflattering mirrors I came to notice that my knees were permanently some distance apart.
Not only is it very disconcerting to observe my stature in the mirror, but the wind howls between my legs as I Glide across the room.
How can I create a more elegant Glide and a sleeker line?

Signed Bowed and Broken.

Dear Bowed and Broken,
This is an exceedingly wretched dilemma.
I feel the only thing that i can suggest for you is to take up Tunnel-Ball.

Thank you for your howling letter.
Dr Lottie.

Anxious and Apprehensive

Dear Dr. Lottie,
I am getting ready for my annual end of year concert with my dancing school.
I am rather excited, but at the same time and I am terribly nervous.
Last year when the curtain opened and the music started, my mouth went completely dry, I couldn’t
swallow, breathe, or move my legs.
It wasn’t until somebody elbowed me in the ribs did I start dancing.
Is there any managing to this impossible problem?

Signed Anxious and Apprehensive.

Dear Anxious and Apprehensive,
It sounds to me that you are suffering from intense stage fright.
This is quite a common occurrence amongst amateurs and even seasoned
performers.
Stage fright is often confused with lack of talent and in your case your
wouldn’t want to be “Given the Hook” and be dragged off stage.
In the days of Vaudeville very bad acts were hooted vehemently and, when the
boos reached a peak, the manager would reach out from the wings with a long
pole bearing a hook at the end and unceremoniously jerk the ham out of the
limelight.
I don’t expect your dance school would go to such extreme measures, but my
advice to you is that you should get it together before going on stage.

Thank you for your amateur letter,
Dr Lottie.

Liquid and Rancid

Dear Dr. Lottie,
I have a recurring problem where, when I dance in the heat, a river of sweat builds within the depths of my bazoombas. Sometimes I can’t hear myself tap over the sound of rushing water.
Do you have any fail safe advice on this matter?

Signed Liquid and Rancid.

Dear Liquid and Rancid,
Since we are in the middle of a severe drought and that water restrictions are now at stage 3, any water is a precious commodity.
I suggest that you unleash your torrent of perspiration on the garden at the front door as you leave.
Thank you for your stifling letter.
Dr Lottie.

Sodden and Saturated

Dear Dr. Lottie,
What I would like to know is why some people sweat more than others.
Some people; such as myself; get lathered in sweat, I have beads of water running down my cheeks, my hair plastered down, my tee shirt stuck to my back with enormous wet stains under my armpits, whilst others don’t even seem to form the slightest whisper of moisture on their brow?
I am curious to know and I hope you can shed some light on this unsound situation for me.
Signed Sodden and Saturated.

Dear Sodden and Saturated,
I have had quite a few letters recently about sweat.
This must be a very interesting subject to some.
I am curious if it is actually “you” that you are writing to me about, or, are you being discreet about another stinky, sweaty person that you are forced to dance next to in a Dance class??
Unfortunately I cannot shed any light on the answer to your question, as i have never suffered from such an unfortunate problem.
Thank you for your baffling letter.
Dr Lottie.

Nervous and Naked

Dear Dr. Lottie,
My younger Brother and his Fiancé are getting married in two weeks time and have asked me to Dance at their wedding.
I am happy to do so, but unfortunately I have been lying to my family about my profession and the only type of dance routine I can perform is one where I leap out of a cake and strip down to a
G-String.
Do you think it is appropriate to perform a dance as such at my younger brothers wedding?
Signed Nervous and Naked.

Dear Nervous and Naked,
This really is an interesting situation, I am sure you are as well trained at your dancing as are with your lying.
I feel you should leave the unveiling of the truth until the night of the wedding and leap out of the cake.
It may kill off a few of the Grandparents in the room but it would sure make nice surprise!

Thank you for your revealing letter.
Dr Lottie.

Chafed and Comfortless

Dear Dr Lottie,
I have a recurring problem that I am hoping you can help me with.
I attend tap dancing classes on a Tuesday evening and every single time, without fail, when we practice our Time Steps, my underwear rides way, way up.
It is a very annoying and uncomfortable problem and I feel extremely embarrassed and exceedingly conspicuous if I attempt to adjust them as we are dancing in front of enormous mirrors.
I have tried several types of underwear from seamless to boy leg, bikini brief and even
non-bikini brief.
Do you have a solution to this very excruciating problem?
Signed Chafed and Comfortless.

Dear Chafed and Comfortless,
Have you tried not wearing any underwear?
My Husband swears by it.
Thank you for your agonizing letter.
Dr Lottie.

Noisy and Embarrassed

Dear Dr Lottie,
Every time I go to my tap dancing classes, my false teeth clack uncontrollably, do you have any suggestions for this unfortunate problem?
Signed Noisy and Embarrassed.

Dear Noisy and Embarrassed,
I feel your noisy habit shouldn’t be such a problem as there is bound to be a lot of clacking in a tap dancing class. My advice is to be brave and let your teeth clack in rhythm with your feet, be proud clack loud!
Thank you for your boisterous letter.
Dr Lottie.

Perplexed and Mystified

Dear Dr Lottie,
Recently I read an article with Angelina (Jolie) where she stated that she was actually a man.
I am very confused as I thought that she was pregnant to Brad (Pitt)?
How could this possibly be? We all know that Men cant conceive!

Signed Perplexed and Mystified.

Dear Perplexed and Mystified,
You must never believe anything you read in the Media as they tend to distort the truth.
But in this case i think the cat is out of the bag, of course she is a man, why would she adopt all those children?
Thank you for your gullible letter. Dr Lottie.

Alone and Frustrated

Dear Dr Lottie,
Every time I practice my tap dancing, my dog starts to howl. What can I do ?
Signed Alone and Confused.

Dear Alone and Frustrated,
Don’t practice.
Thank you for your disturbed letter. Dr Lottie.

Tired and Confused

Dear Dr Lottie,
When I come home from tap dancing classes I have trouble getting to sleep that night.
Do you have any sleeping tips to help me calm down after dancing?

Signed Tired and Confused.

Dear Tired and Confused,
The obvious advice to give you here would be not to go to Tap Dancing, but I do have a little trick that helps me get to sleep of an evening.
Once you are in bed, get in your most comfortable position, snuggle in, get really cozy.
Now imagine you are on an enormous Jumbo jet flying across the ocean, to a far away land.
Start to imagine that you are at the back of the plane, the second last seat, middle row. You have two very large drunk and hairy grandmothers sitting either side you. The people sitting behind you are playing snap on the tray table attached to the back of your seat. The light won’t switch off above you, the air vent won’t switch on.
Grandma number one has stolen your pillow, grandma number two has stolen your blanket and they are both asleep and snoring loudly.
Forty two hours to go and the seat won’t lay back.
Now quietly say to yourself “I wish I were at home in my nice warm bed, hang on a minute, I am!”
You will be so happy that you are not on that flight that you will be asleep in a flash.
Thank you for your vigilant letter. Dr Lottie.