The Great Idea That Tanked
To all of you who visited my hubby’s blog yesterday, thank you! He is an amazing person. Even though many of his stories are about my supposed sage wisdom, I get things wrong all the time. He always has a gold nugget of wisdom to give me, especially when I’ve gone off on a crazy Nancy idea. Like the time I decided I wanted to get a fish tank.
I went to a tropical fish store and fell in love with the fish. Since we couldn’t have a dog, I rationalized (our house is just too small), I could indulge to my heart’s content on fresh water pet fish. Bill just looked at me shaking his head, and said, “I don’t think that’s a good idea. It seems like an awful lot of work to add to your already busy schedule.”
“No,” I said, “I can do it!”
I mean, how hard could it be? Right?
My easy pet dream turned into a nightmare, a mistake of epic proportions. Dealing with:
1.Tank cannibalism (I’m still emotionally traumatized)
2.The tank bully
3.Maintaining the proper water PH
4.The tank just broke and the water is all over our brand new Alloc flooring.
5.$100’s of dollars spent to keep the little darlings safe and happy
And. . . eventually returning shamefacedly most of the equipment and the fish that survived #1, 2, 3 and 4.
Bill was right and I was a very misdirected (wrong) wannabe pet owner. I’ll never do that again.
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