I’m going to start off by showing you the cup of tea I am drinking right now.
Usually I drink a cup of tea in the afternoon, a little pick me up to make it through dinner and the bed time routine.
But yesterday was a day and half, and today was, well…here is the cup of tea. This is my Super-Sized, only gotta make it a few more hours, mug.
I had to drive the Scottish Rite run today, taking 4 children downtown for their dyslexia remediation. In order to keep the kids calm, quiet, and entertained, we listened to The Incredible Worlds of Wally McDoogle: My Life As a Broken Bungee Cord. I think four unquiet, uncalm, and unentertained kids would have been easier to tolerate. Charlotte Mason must have been rolling over in her grave.
Then when we got home, because I am a glutton for punishment, I took G, E and A to the local pet store for yet another try at fish ownership. I think if we kill these fish I am going to have find a new supplier, as this one is starting to wonder what we are actually doing with these fish. I think he is imagining some sort of cult rituals or black market fish operation. Sadly, the truth is much less glamorous. We stink at pet ownership as I have previously stated.
So, this is what we got. Betas. Betas are the easiest fish to own. The pet stores themselves keep them in little tiny containers barely big enough for these fish to turn around in. It’s sad really. I feel strongly that even if we do kill these fish, I can at least say we allowed them to live out their final days in paradise as opposed to the tiny cramped quarters they were subject to at the pet stores.
Surely the fish understand, right? I’m only trying to improve their quality of life, even if it is a short one.