I walked into my production office today (did you know that I work with a film producer making movies?) and my mom called my cell phone.
I answered and said, "Mom I'm at work can I call you back?"
She said, "No it's important!"
My mind immediately went to my Pa (my adopted dad) and his health.
ME: "Did something happen to Pa? Is he okay?"
MY MOM: "No No he's fine. It's about Daffy."
Daffy's my mom's 7 year old schnauzer. Since I hate Daffy I thought it might be good news after all.
ME: "Mom what's wrong with Daffy?"
MY MOM: "I was walking Daffy through the center of town and all of a sudden she stopped. I turned around and she was eating a jelly donut."
ME: "Did she choke?"
MY MOM: "No, she's fine but she really shouldn't be eating that. She's your Pa's daughter since Pa LOVES donuts!"
That's it. That's what was so important. I really don't have anything else to say because that is the end of the story. I'm glad I moved 3000 miles to the West Coast.