Whenever my Dad calls me with news he asks me if I want the good news or the bad news first. I usually ask for the bad first to get it over with.
Today my Dad gave me some bad news...
His cat / my cat when I was young, that I got when I was 13, Chewy, died today. Chewy (short for Chewbacca, don't hate, I had just seen the re-release Starwars in the the theater when we got him) lived a wonderful 13 years - chasing mice in the San Diego countryside, relaxing in the sun, and being a sweet pal. My Dad found him dead this morning - he said he looked peaceful and I'm glad he did not suffer. It's still hard to say goodbye. I keep finding myself holding back tears at my desk.
Here's a picture of Chewy that I took at Christmas a couple of years ago...
(Note: Don't worry, my Cat, Judah is fine. I can't wait to get home from work and give him a big snuggle. Chewy lived at my parents house.)
The IRS also gave me some bad news today. Our 2008 taxes are being audited. Yikes! Good thing we have all of our documents in line and have a good CPA.
My Dad also gave me some good news, which is my Grandma who broke her hip, is doing better each day! Hurray!
Also, Emily from Living our Own Fairy Tale, gave me some good news. I won her giveaway! Yay! I can't wait to see the new cake stand/punchbowl in my kitchen!
How about you, do you like to get the good news first or the bad news first?
Mondays with Manny
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