Proud Grandma

I am now a proud grandma. How, you ask, is this possible at the ripe old age of 24? It is possible due to the fact that my husband had weekend coverage at work.

Chris went to the office around 7am on Saturday to get it out of the way. Babypants and I went grocery shopping at about 8am on Saturday to get it out of the way. We were wandering through the pet aisles looking for a pinch collar in a desperate attempt to get Linus to behave on walks when we found ourselves in a sea of blue. The Fish Aisle. Alexa, of course, went nuts. Figuring that I should at least "ask" Chris before purchasing a fish, I whipped out my cell phone. When he agreed to the fish, I don't think he pictured quite what I did. Instead of one boring beta fish and a little tank, we walked out with TEN fish, a ten gallon tank, rocks, coral, food, filter, net, and one deliriously happy one year old.

At one point we were up to eleven fish (apparently getting an algae-eater-fish-guy is a good thing). Now we have eight. I think. Maybe only seven. And now that daycare boy stuck his entire arm in there and tried to catch one, I'm thinking our number might be even lower. I feel like Darla, The Fish Killer, from Finding Nemo. The fish that have survived the first few days are already plotting their escape. Unfortunately, all they will find out the window is the dirty fronch porch and most likely the neighbor's cat. As for the arm-dunker, you will be happy to know that I am already planning a trip to PetCo tonight to get a lid for the tank. I am sure the fish will be grateful.