I get woken up to the phone ringing this morning. My mom wanted me to take the family dog to the pound to get put to sleep. She was 16 years old and had a stroke eariler this week, wouldnt eat anything, could barly walk, blah blah blah. I had been expecting it all week so I figured I would just do it and get it out of the way.

Well I'm on the way to pound with Cassie and my mom called again. My grandmother passed away. Just caught me off guard. totally.

I'm thinking that Monte #2 I picked up in the pass and a good bottle of aged rum are in order for the night (got to go back to the Cuban roots)

I'll be flying out to Miami for the funeral tommorrow so I'll be out the next couple of days..

ohh, yeah.. I'm at work right now finishing up a project that was due Monday, so the rum and cigar are going to have to wait. Programming isnt fun when your mind is off somewhere else.