She rises from the dead just in time for the weekend….
Friday, September 25th, 2009I really do miss writing here. But I have been sick as a dog too….or should I say sick as my cat. I have so many blog entries I have written in my head, I decided to forgive myself for not being able to writ them and move on. My crud started out as allergies, got my resp system all irritated and now it is a viral mess. I am either coughing, snotting, blowing my nose, sleeping, reassuring people that I am alright regardless of that bit of lung I just coughed up, reassuring them I am not contagious, or complaining about how crap I feel. That is about my existence these days since the weekend before Labor Day. I am not on an inhaler and a nasal steroid- my doctor told me last week that it could be weeks before I a am well…..she sucks…but she was also right.
So funny story for today…..I went to the fish store and bought $50 worth of fish. My tank was getting pretty low and I decided today was the day. I added 16 new ones…yeah me! After I had done about half of them, Barrie offers to help me put the rest in the tank. Since you can’t add the fish store water to your tank, you have to fish the fish out of the little bag they send them home in and then add them to your tank. There 3 fish in the bag, and they kept huddling in the corners of the bag, where the round net could not scoop them up. So he takes the net and I try to push the fish through the bag into the net and he is all “No, no, that won’t work.” So I just leave him with the net and the bag and walk away…he’s ticking me off. I leave him for 5 minutes, when I walk back in he is holding the bag over the net and pouring the water and the fish supposedly into the net over the sink, with the open garbage disposal. “I say can I help you? I don’t think that is a good idea..” he offers me the net. Now so far there are no fish in the net yet, they are all in the bag still. He offers me the net and as he is pouring I move the net away from the open garbage disposal saying “maybe we should move it just in case…” but I get cut off by him saying “Stop moving the net.” So I shut up and watch as he pours one fish into the net, and the other 2 are now stuck on the plastic in the bag. So he starts shaking the bag over the net and one plops out and in the net and the last one does what? You guessed it, plops into the sink and jumps like a fish out of water will do and hopped where? Yup, right into the open garbage disposal. I was furious and wanted to say about 50 nasty things but instead I walked to the tank, but the 2 in that I had, closed the lid and walked away again. He went back to the sink, stuck his hand in the disposal, and felt around and poked at that fish until it jumped and he caught it and went over and put it in the tank, about 3 minutes he worked at the sink. The 3 are swimming happily and we can’t tell which one had the garbage disposal adventure. I am not sure what the problem was….maybe I am off, maybe Barrie is off. He was really irritating me when we got home from the pet store…maybe he is tired to from the crap week and we were just rubbing each other the wrong way. TGIF big time. Hope the weekend is better- I know those fish are saying the same thing!