Sam doesn’t enjoy ptomaine poisoning as much as I do.

In this post: Homemade feasts, celebrating mom.

Happy Tuesday afternoon, Howdygramsters! As I sit here pondering what’s for dinner tonight I’m struck by the fact that Thanksgiving is right around the proverbial corner and I don’t have a craving for turkey yet. This year — just like every other year — we’re picking up a nice heat-it-yourself turkey breast from Boston Market on Town East Boulevard (see image at right) and I’ll make the rest of our feast from scratch all by myself. This includes homemade Stove Top stuffing from a box, a can of Ocean Spray cranberry sauce and a jar of tan gravy. This is followed by a whole pumpkin pie for Sam with a fork and a can of Reddi Whip.

For your possible interest the following map indicates: A) Howdygram headquarters in Mesquite; B) Boston Market on Town East Boulevard; C) my podiatrist’s office; and D) the new Chinese buffet at Galloway and Tripp that Sam refuses to try because he doesn’t enjoy ptomaine poisoning as much as I do. (I’ll eat practically anything with soy sauce on it.)

My mother will celebrate her 91st birthday on Saturday. Holy crap, right? I just sent her a big bouquet of flowers from Costco.com (they have gorgeous flowers, people) and I’ll plan to give her a call as well. Mom lives in a nursing facility in north suburban Chicago. Last year I asked if she was socializing with the other residents and she told me she hasn’t bothered to make any friends BECAUSE SHE DOESN’T LIKE OLD PEOPLE. (For the record, mom doesn’t particularly like young people, either.)

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