When I was a little girl our crazy neighbor lady asked my mom if we wanted her two goldfish because she was going on vacation and wouldn't be able to take care of them. My mom agreed, and my brother and I gained two more members for our bizarre menagerie (other residents included a gecko, two dogs and a bird).
The crazy neighbor lady's reaction was that she was so awfully glad that we were taking them, because otherwise she would have thrown them on the grass and hit them with a frying pan until they were dead.
People are very strange.
Saturday, January 19, 2008
One Fish, Two Fish, Dead Fish, Blue Fish
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There's two people I know, being either you or my mother, that would have a rescue fish. Rock on!
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