Mr. Goldfish lives next to the computer here on the desk. He isn't one of those flippy-out-y fish that, well, flips out anytime someone looks at him the wrong way. Or breathes funny. Or comes anywhere in his general area. Mr. Goldfish is actually quite social - and it's an intelligent kind of social, not a random "oh, gee willickers, someone's coming my way, they must be going to feed me, foooooooood" kind of way. Interestingly, he knows exactly when we are going to feed him versus dink around on the computer. Smart guy. I didn't give Mr. Goldfish enough credit for that. Or didn't think he had enough brain cells. Whatever. (I'm a fish person, really!)

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Two sick kids at home. Which is barely above tolerable as long as Hottie McHotts and I stay above the weather. Which may not be for much longer, since over dinner we both mentioned we weren't feeling too hot. This is ALL KINDS OF AWESOME.

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The Sleep Situation Saga/Drama of My Life/Minutiae You Can't WAIT to Read About is on hold while the kids are sick. Even I'm not that dumb to set myself up for repeated failure and disappointment by expecting them to improve and sleep through the night all by themselves and whatnot. (But, oh, it would be nice!)

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I desperately need to go grocery shopping. Keyword there is: shopping. I like spending money, and it can be on anything. I think I get the sweet end of the stick, and Hottie McHotts is stuck with, well...all of the hard work and self-congratulating and pride and other poor-excuse-for-but-still-called-feel-good stuff for being our breadwinner and making the bank for me to spend it all.

But, no, seriously, we do need groceries. Milks (yes, plural - we all drink our own different kinds. Variety!), fruits, veggies, MEAT. We consume so much meat, guys. Every time I see those statistics about "the average American consumes XX pounds of ZZ meat in a year," I snort to myself - but don't do the real math for the amount of meat the average Bootstrap family consumes, because I'm sure it would be embarrassing. And many of the green and crunchy and granola-y folks would be all "FOR SHAME," and I would question whether we are singlehandedly both supporting the various meat industries while sentencing our future generations to a barren, used-up, and corrupted world.

Whew. Glad I could get that one off my chest.

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Just fed Mr. Goldfish. Wonder if he ate too quickly - he's swimming kind of lopsided right now... WHAT IF IT'S THE BLOAT??


(You should thank me for putting that one up instead of the real thing. Uggghh. And I thought the monthly version was bad.)

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