So this is the new thing at our house. We spent New Years anticipating and setting up a 10 gallon aquarium on the kitchen counter. And when I say "we" I do not include myself. It was mostly Ben and Anna. This was not my idea, in fact in pretty sure we agreed never to get pets when we got married. Nevertheless, there they are. Anna bought two basic goldfish with her own money and named them Phineas and Isabella. Ben got one big calico named Buford and a small fan-tail goldfish for Eliza named "Nemo" (of course). They have been all the rage for the last two days. Frankly I'm surprised they are still alive.
Update: Isabella was found dead the next morning and Phineas followed her that evening. They were replaced by bigger, stronger fish. A black one named Nightmare Moon and a big Goldfish named Rarity.
Update: Isabella was found dead the next morning and Phineas followed her that evening. They were replaced by bigger, stronger fish. A black one named Nightmare Moon and a big Goldfish named Rarity.
2 comments:
Bigger, stronger fish are less likely to break their little hearts.
Fish trying to survive in a high kids environment...very funny.
As far as the marriage no-pets agreement, fish are sort of a compromise pet, aren't they?
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