I think poor Sam is starving to death.

In this post: Spam, Sam.

While I sit here dreaming about Spam tonight for an early dinner I think I need to apologize (again) for part of a Howdygram post I wrote yesterday. Specifcally this one, the paragraph titled BIG FAT CHANGE #3. Sam said it sounded mean. (He’s right, it did.) Thank you.

And while I’m on the subject — Sam — he finally got home from work this morning at 3 a.m. I woke up when he got into bed so at least we had a chance to talk for a few minutes. The bottom line? I THINK POOR SAM IS STARVING TO DEATH. Here’s a detailed rundown of his entire diet for the past 24 hours: 1) three stinking bites of pizza on Wednesday for lunch; 2) three stinking bites of pizza (a different one) on Wednesday for dinner; 3) no food this morning because he was too tired to lift a muffin; and 4) half a Costco breakfast burrito for lunch but he wouldn’t eat the salsa. NO SALSA! The point is, Sam hasn’t had enough food, he hasn’t had enough sleep AND I’M DEFINITELY GETTING WORRIED. Your immediate suggestions are welcome (click here).

Have a pleasant evening, although I’m sure I’ll be back later.