askye, fish die.

I once had a client who had an aquarium that was so dirty, you couldn't see through it. Three fish swam in the murk. She didn't even know how to change the filter. When she was hospitalized, I took the fish. I read up on taking care of fish, cleaned the aquarium, put in fresh clean water, carefully put the fish back, fed them the right amount...and within two weeks they were all dead. Why? No idea. Fish just die, sometimes.

fish don't live long.

Erin I hope you can let go of the step mom and just focus on the actual person graduating.

I hope you firstborn is better or at a dentist Laura

My roommate's cat ate my beta, Solzhenitsyn. We figured he leapt from the Gulag Archibowligo into the jaws of death. (He'd flipped out of the bowl before, and I re-incarcerated him. To no avail.)

Don't name your fish after Russian writers, is my take-away.

One of my only non-crazy, non-FAC roommates and I had a goldfish for a very short while. On Christmas Eve, while we were both out with our respective families, it jumped out of its bowl. Fish are not notoriously long-lived.

Don't name your fish after Russian writers, is my take-away.

I shall file this crucial hint.

About to let him know again that he needs to shower so I can take him to the dentist. I am not going to call for an appointment when I don't know how long it will take to move him. He hasn't showered in days. Ewwww. I pity the dentist as he acted like I was out of my mind when I suggested brushing or at least swishing. Good grief child, man up. I have to say it here since I have to be all caring mom here. He totally inherited his pain tolerance from me. Yet, his need to make sure we all share the misery is annoying.

And then you get the fish that defies all that. A friend had a one lipped, differently-finned fish that lived forever. Outlived all it's bowl-mates. I don't remember how long S had this thing, but it was a remarkable length of time.

My roommate's cat ate my beta, Solzhenitsyn.

Somehow, I think Aleksandr would approve this fate...though he would NOT approve of me using his first name...given how, well, HIM he was.

Did I mention that I have a minor in Soviet Dissident Literature? Yeah. Me and Al, we're likethis.

Mr. Wiggles, my first pet sucked up a rock while his aquarium was being cleaned and drowned himself. I would not be surprised if it was Goldfish suicide.

My father decided he wanted tropical fish...the Bataan death march of maladies including ick and cannibalism ended them all. My father's solution was to take an actual sledge hammer to the aquarium.

I'm scarred for having fish...ever.

A friend had a one lipped, differently-finned fish that lived forever.

I had to go back and reread this line...Hilarious! Somehow I imagine a 'therapy fish'...differently finned? Ha.

Well good and bad news from the dentist. The awesome news is that he won't have to have it pulled. I thought I would have to leave town if he did. He thinks he wants this done, but he really really doesn't. The antibiotic did not do anything so they gave him a better one. Of course first they tried to kill him by taking another x-ray. He is sleeping on the couch in my office now. Fortunately they only gave him Ibuprofen 800 instead of worse stuff for pain. She made it clear that she didn't want him so stoned that he couldn't tell if the new antibiotic wasn't working quickly.

Oh Laura, my sympathy to you!