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The Eventful World of Fish
Mar. 16th, 2004 01:51 amIt seems that the company in Mt. Sterling that M interviewed with has decided to "move in another direction" so I guess he's back to the drawing board on that one. I wasn't ready for him to go back to work anyway, not that my wants on the subject are of any account.
Carrie, please avert your eyes for the next paragraph:
Our fishies lost their bowl privileges today. We have two monster goldfish, Larry and Blackie. Blackie lived his first two non-retail-store years in a small bowl, dedicating his existence to my niece's occasional amusement and my mother's constant irritation. My parents are not pet people. He was donated to us when we bought a real fish tank, and now his original Mama just comes to visit with him ever so often. Anyway, we put a round goldfish bowl into the tank, and Blackie is perversely attached to it. He fits in it perfectly, but Larry is considerably larger. Poor dear hasn't realized that he is a plus size fish and therefore has not grasped the idea that he needs to stay out of objects smaller than he is. Occasionally, he'll get stuck in the bowl, but he's always gotten out quickly enough. Today, though, he was completely stuck and unable to get out after several minutes. He's lucky we happened to be in the living room, or he'd probably still be stuck. He trapped Blackie in the bowl for a while as well, but he eventually managed to escape. Larry was bent almost double, though, and still too stupid to point his head in the right direction. M had to initiate a rescue attempt, so our fish are now officially without their bowl on a permanent basis due to their inability to behave with it.
See why it's a good thing we don't have dogs or, heaven forbid, cats? I can write 235 words on our fish--imagine what I could do for Fluffy.
We also played mailman this afternoon. One of Whitley's cards was returned--I didn't use the proper zip code because the book clearly said something else, but anyway--so we drove over to stick it in the mailbox ourselves. She had received three of them by Friday, plus a few cards from other people, so she was pretty happy. The last two went out today. Her party is Friday.. I can't believe she'll be nine this week. I realized today that if I got pregnant right now, by the time my baby was her age, she would be out of high school. My, how time flies.
I know I said that I would write about the new project on Sunday night, but I'm still putting final touches on it. I really do hope for tomorrow, though. How boring life would be without procrastination and perfectionism--my two favorite P words. When I was in seventh grade, I casually mentioned to my best friend that K was my favorite letter. She gave me one of her famous "are you completely crazy?!" looks, unwilling to believe that I actually had a favorite letter. I had never thought about the possibility that other people wouldn't have a favorite. People ask about favorite numbers all the time, and I like letters much better than numbers. I don't know if my favorite letter is K just because of my name or not, but I think I like it for its own unique qualities. It's prickly and opinionated and just plain fun, and besides that, it's the eleventh letter of the alphabet, so how could you go wrong in that?
Now I'm curious. Do you have a favorite letter? If so, what is it and why is it your favorite?
Carrie, please avert your eyes for the next paragraph:
Our fishies lost their bowl privileges today. We have two monster goldfish, Larry and Blackie. Blackie lived his first two non-retail-store years in a small bowl, dedicating his existence to my niece's occasional amusement and my mother's constant irritation. My parents are not pet people. He was donated to us when we bought a real fish tank, and now his original Mama just comes to visit with him ever so often. Anyway, we put a round goldfish bowl into the tank, and Blackie is perversely attached to it. He fits in it perfectly, but Larry is considerably larger. Poor dear hasn't realized that he is a plus size fish and therefore has not grasped the idea that he needs to stay out of objects smaller than he is. Occasionally, he'll get stuck in the bowl, but he's always gotten out quickly enough. Today, though, he was completely stuck and unable to get out after several minutes. He's lucky we happened to be in the living room, or he'd probably still be stuck. He trapped Blackie in the bowl for a while as well, but he eventually managed to escape. Larry was bent almost double, though, and still too stupid to point his head in the right direction. M had to initiate a rescue attempt, so our fish are now officially without their bowl on a permanent basis due to their inability to behave with it.
See why it's a good thing we don't have dogs or, heaven forbid, cats? I can write 235 words on our fish--imagine what I could do for Fluffy.
We also played mailman this afternoon. One of Whitley's cards was returned--I didn't use the proper zip code because the book clearly said something else, but anyway--so we drove over to stick it in the mailbox ourselves. She had received three of them by Friday, plus a few cards from other people, so she was pretty happy. The last two went out today. Her party is Friday.. I can't believe she'll be nine this week. I realized today that if I got pregnant right now, by the time my baby was her age, she would be out of high school. My, how time flies.
I know I said that I would write about the new project on Sunday night, but I'm still putting final touches on it. I really do hope for tomorrow, though. How boring life would be without procrastination and perfectionism--my two favorite P words. When I was in seventh grade, I casually mentioned to my best friend that K was my favorite letter. She gave me one of her famous "are you completely crazy?!" looks, unwilling to believe that I actually had a favorite letter. I had never thought about the possibility that other people wouldn't have a favorite. People ask about favorite numbers all the time, and I like letters much better than numbers. I don't know if my favorite letter is K just because of my name or not, but I think I like it for its own unique qualities. It's prickly and opinionated and just plain fun, and besides that, it's the eleventh letter of the alphabet, so how could you go wrong in that?
Now I'm curious. Do you have a favorite letter? If so, what is it and why is it your favorite?
