The Fish

I’m mourning a fish today I’d owned less than 24 ours. I’d named him/her Suck-U-la. I think the girl who took Suckula out of the Walmart holding tank, injured his little belly. To make matters worse…I don’t get any sympathy. My daughter says “I told you so.” And goes off to gossip with her husband how I didn’t follow the proper procedures introducing the fish to the tank. Insult to injury.

To make matters worse, the poor little fish lingered. When I took Corey to the airport, the rest of the family went to buy a new fish. The new fish looks nothing like Suckula…maybe I shouldn’t go there.