Keeping up with Sam.

It’s no secret that Sam is having one hell of a time in California this week. So far Mister Jet-Set has eaten nearly every meal as the guest of one relative or another, flitting like a hummingbird from booth to booth all over greater Los Angeles. This morning it was breakfast with mom and Aunt Adie at Dos Arbolitos restaurant. Sam, modeling a new yellow polo shirt, poses below with my mother-in-law. Yes, friends, Sam is REALLY that tall. And I miss him. Look at that smiling face. Oy.

Unfortunately, there’s not much happening on the home front. The two high spots of my day included wheeling our garbage can to the curb for Monday pickup and filing my nails. I have no idea what I’ll do for fun tomorrow because I’m fresh out of ideas. Leaving the house isn’t a reasonable option because it’s too damn hot to park in the sun when the temperature is 101°, so maybe I’ll just reorganize the pantry and make tuna salad. Don’t be jealous.

Time is running out in case you haven’t had a chance yet to enter our contest. All Howdygram readers — yes, this means YOU — are cordially invited to guess how much money is in Sam’s giant jar of change, which is actually a five-gallon plastic Sparklett’s bottle that weighs 145 pounds and stands 19" high. Whoever comes closest wins a pile of valuable gifts and we’ll even print your picture if you send us one. Click here to enter now, and good luck.

And now I’m going to heat up some leftovers and finish watching a screwy movie I started a few hours ago: The Good Humor Man with Jack Carson. Thank you for reading this.