Write about: the newspaper.
Had a pretty efficient 8 to 11 shift at the bakery this morning. Sold a fair amount of stuff, managed to get a few dishes done, and things were slow enough by the time the other sales associate arrived at 11 to do the closing shift that I got to go home.
Natalie came over after Kindergarten to play with Max for a few hours, which was generally good.
Unfortunately, while she was still here we got a call from Becky telling us that their Saint Bernard had just died. Bailey had been sick the last few days and we could see it coming... but that doesn't make it any easier on them. Natalie is taking it especially hard.
We haven't told Max yet. I'm curious to see how it goes. He wasn't very fond or close to Bailey, but it will be the first death of anything bigger than an ant or a fly for him.
Guess we'll find out tomorrow, as we didn't want to tell him right before bed tonight. I expect there will be lots of questions.
"All right, all right! I've got a hot tip on a hot story here! Who wants it?"
"I think it's more of a matter of who's available to look into it, boss."
"What about Frank?"
"He's still working on the story about that pig that saved them kids on the school bus."
"Right, right. Jake?"
"Doing field research on that talking horse down in Green Meadows."
"Still? That guy... okay. How about Penny?"
"She's tied up with follow up interviews on the skunks versus raccoons piece."
"The what... oh, the which one makes for a better pet one? Dang, I forgot about that one. So who does that leave me?"
"Who do you think it leaves?"
"I don't know, wh... oh. Aw, man! Really? Brock?"
"Ain't nobody else to take it. Unless you hired somebody new that I don't know about...?"
"No, no... okay. Well. Here, type this information up for him. Just... use the biggest font you got. And try not to use any big words."