Tuesday, October 07, 2008
Not So Big Fish
Today, I'm going to talk about my fish.
Well, he's really Mr. P's fish, but I'm the one who has the relationship with him.
I know, you are shaking your head and saying to yourself, "This economic collapse has really driven Gina to the brink of insanity, hasn't it?"
And to some degree, you would be right.
But, I find that caring for this very pretty boy of ours gives me a bit of solace and comfort. Many moons ago, we moved him from Mr. P's bedroom into the kitchen. It just seemed like he was extremely bored in there, as Mr. P tends to spend most of his time out here in the living room. He is basically only in his room to go to bed and wake up. And I was an infrequent visitor to clean and put away laundry. So we decided that since the kitchen was a nice hub of activity, the fish would be less bored in there.
You may not believe me, but he actually will greet me in the morning by swimming vigorously around the front of his tank and wagging his tail. I'm not kidding, he will swing that backside of his back and forth, just like a dog. And yes, I baby talk to the fish. I call him a pretty boy, I accuse him of being nosy when I am cooking, and I fawn over him when I feed him every other day.
Maybe we should just get a dog.