blue II died last night. i came home and i saw it taking its last breath. i cried "noooooooooo!" but it left me anyway. we had a quick ceremony this morning and he's buried next to o.g. blue. sigh.
this whole fish-killin' experience has me questioning my future "mom" abilities. i mean, will i be cooling my hot feet on a kid's playpen and frightening the kid? will i constantly check to see if the kid is alive by violently shaking its crib and waking the kid up from his lovely slumber? will i feed the kid whenever i remember? sometimes once a day cause i'm partying with friends or numerous times cause i'm in a jolly food mood?
hmm. i'm thinking that i give up hopes of parenting one day now and trade my wanna-be-soccer-mom durango for a convertible.
3 comments:
you need to get an aquarium
don't give up. but a convertible would be nice...
I can't believe you killed another fish
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