Smart Mouth

Last night I turned on the hose to fill up the little fish pond and I forgot to turn it off. It was only on a trickle, so thankfully my entire patio did not float away, but it did overflow and I contributed A LOT of water to the big pond…..

But, PEOPLE. All my fish are dead.

All. of. them.

Every. single. solitary. fish.

So, like yesterday didn’t suck enough. The bunnies left and I cried ALL. DAY. LONG.

And today? I murder my fish.

Nice.

Good times… good times.

So, now I have to get out of my pajamas and drive around town trying to find identical replacements so that CL doesn’t have a meltdown. Yesterday she spent the afternoon weeping and throwing herself in despair across her bed, or my lap, or the floor. Mourning (less discretely than I) the loss of her baby bunnies. I don’t think I could handle another day of that.

Do you think I am going to hell if I don’t tell the kids and BB about the fish? (Fat chance of fooling BB though, since he read the blog everyday. But today, he is off to Clemson to access some college grads for possible hiring, so maybe he will skip the blog reading today?) But, the kids, they don’t read the blog, so I have a slim chance of fooling them….. If, that is, I can find clones of our fish somewhere.

Gah! Bleh! Boo!