My husband's mother gave us a rather large set of circa 1965 McCall's cookbooks, which have been an endless source of entertainment for us both (i.e. an entire pineapple made from cheese and dotted with olives.). While flipping through the cookie cookbook last night trying to get some ideas for our upcoming annual Christmas party, Jeff came across this illustration:
A scary-eyed plastic doll wielding a rolling pin and cookies cutters. Umm. . .yeah. This is what I'm going to be next Halloween, mark my words.
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Mystery Thanksgiving Illness: sore throat which quickly developed into a swollen throat and near-inability to form words and swallow. It wasn't an allergic reaction to food: everything I've been eating (Thanksgiving included), I've eaten before. I spent two hours in the ER on Sunday and, without any tests conducted (except for that brilliant test known as "eyeballing it with a pinlight") was sent home without a diagnosis and another round of high-powered antibiotics. I am feeling better today, but am on the lookout for a good ENT specialist in the area.
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Thank you to Amy King &
MiPOesias who've accepted four of my poems for publication. Check out their lovely new print edition.