
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?
WRONG!
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.
Never! ;~)