I spent the weekend being foiled by fish. After the drama of the original 5 fish...well, 4 fish died and the last one just up and disappeared...I started the tank over.
New rock, new water, scrubbed the entire tank and plants and stuff down. Ran the sucker for a week. I also got a thermometer for the outside of the tank to make sure I wasn't boiling them in there. Friday we go off to PetSmart for new fish. Talk to the fish lady a long time, and leave with 3 Tiger Barbs. She said in 3 weeks we could add other fish but to start with these 3.
Got home, dumped them in, fed them, life is GOOD. Sunday morning, we flushed 2 of the 3. Mother Trucker. BACK to PetSmart where I tell my tale of woe. Part of the conversation goes like this, AFTER she tests our water and deems it perfect:
FishLady#2: Do you have your receipt?
Me: Yes
FL#2: Do you have the fish?
Me: The DEAD fish?
FL#2: Yes, do you have them?
Me: Why on earth would I still have the dead fish?
FL#2: Well we can replace them with a receipt and the dead fish.
Me: Seriously you want me to bring in dead fish carcass? That's disgusting!
FL#2: Well most people put them in a ziplock baggie and freeze them to bring in
Me: You want me to put dead fish carcass in my freezer???
Seriously. I'll buy new fish. That's just wrong. So we bought 2 more fish. As of this morning they all looked pretty good. Every morning that they are swimming is a huge relief because fishing out those dead suckers is disgusting. Wish us luck!
Monday, January 23, 2012
Monday, January 16, 2012
Notice to strange men looking to pick up women in bars...
Friday night my friend Leslie and I went to our favorite girls' night hangout, Baker's Street. Leslie is newly single and sometimes there are some decent pickings. We scored a table and ordered some drinks and dinner. Brenda joined us shortly thereafter and we were having a good time.
This guy approaches the table. Number one, he has a soul patch. Gross. He asks if he can share some space on our table. Not wanting to be rude we said OK but then I said he had to be quiet and not talk to us...so much for not being rude. Then his friend walks up and we start chatting with them, but also continuing the conversation the three of us had going on.
It comes out that I am a People Hater. Soul Patch asks why I hate people and I said I hate stupid people. He asks for a frame of reference so I throw out that I don't like people on Capitol Hill who try to tell Americans what they can and can't do. Gay's should be able to marry and women should maintain the right to choose. Oh Jesus. This guy grabs hold and won't let go. I keep telling him that this was girls' night out and that I wasn't there to discuss politics with a soul patch wearing right winger. He gets all in my face about why do I care so much what he thinks about me. Um, I don't. And anyone who knows me knows I don't give a rat's all WHAT people think of me and my beliefs. Finally they left. Good riddance.
Then Brenda had to go...so along come two other losers. Much younger and much more intoxicated than the first two. These guys were slurring their words, the one tried to tell us he was a chemist but it came out more like chemicalist...they called Leslie a "stewardess"...Leslie and I looked at each other, determined the night a bust, and went home.
So men...if you approach women in a bar who look like they are having a good time without your presence, have the decency to move on to the next group of gals. ThankYouVeryMuch.
This guy approaches the table. Number one, he has a soul patch. Gross. He asks if he can share some space on our table. Not wanting to be rude we said OK but then I said he had to be quiet and not talk to us...so much for not being rude. Then his friend walks up and we start chatting with them, but also continuing the conversation the three of us had going on.
It comes out that I am a People Hater. Soul Patch asks why I hate people and I said I hate stupid people. He asks for a frame of reference so I throw out that I don't like people on Capitol Hill who try to tell Americans what they can and can't do. Gay's should be able to marry and women should maintain the right to choose. Oh Jesus. This guy grabs hold and won't let go. I keep telling him that this was girls' night out and that I wasn't there to discuss politics with a soul patch wearing right winger. He gets all in my face about why do I care so much what he thinks about me. Um, I don't. And anyone who knows me knows I don't give a rat's all WHAT people think of me and my beliefs. Finally they left. Good riddance.
Then Brenda had to go...so along come two other losers. Much younger and much more intoxicated than the first two. These guys were slurring their words, the one tried to tell us he was a chemist but it came out more like chemicalist...they called Leslie a "stewardess"...Leslie and I looked at each other, determined the night a bust, and went home.
So men...if you approach women in a bar who look like they are having a good time without your presence, have the decency to move on to the next group of gals. ThankYouVeryMuch.
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