For some reason pets don't like us and decide death is the most viable option to living with us (yes, I know I'm foreshadowing a little here).
At our annual neighborhood adult white elephant Christmas party (try to say that several times in a row), I came home with three goldfish. Or what Tyler and I thought were goldfish. Our friend clarified that they were nothing more than feeder fish . . . the fish that ultimately get fed to other fish.
Tyler was shocked I picked the fish to bring home. I could have stolen the blanket and chocolates but thought my kids would get a kick out of having some fish.
Those marine life were quickly dubbed Bruce, Scissors, and Banana. I was hoping they would last at least a week.
Two days later we lost Bruce.
The next day was Banana.
And Scissors was the last to flop over a day later.
If you do the math correctly, we had them all of three days total.
Like I said, I don't think pets are in our future or should even be considered.
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