Tales from the Trenches: My morning started with a funeral for a goldfish.

I'm sad, but not particularly surprised, to announce that Goldie, the free Back To School carnival goldfish passed onto the big sea in the sky early Monday morning. 

Hubs came in and actually woke me up.  "Goldie was floating in the top of the bowl, so I went ahead and scooped her out."  I think that I asked what he did with her.  "I have her in a toilet paper tube."  Pardon?  It turns out that he gently wrapped Goldie in toilet paper, placed her in the toilet paper tube and put her in the garden window.  I guess that you do weird things when you are half awake. 

I was the one that got to break the news to K- this AM.  She cried and cried.  Grant you, from the moment that Goldie was handed off to K-, I said, "Now K-, please know that she might not live that long."  Of course, to prolong the doomed life, Hubs went out and purchased $18.00 in fish accoutrement. 

Goldie has been in the fish bowl ICU since Friday morning.  After our friends left, I had a talk with K- about how Goldie was now doing "the sideways swim."  She cried and cried.  She called Hubs.  She called Grandma.  Hubs changed the water that night (keep in mind that they did purchase an air pump), and it seemed to give her fins a little lift. 
Color me a little surprised that Goldie took the fish bowl nap last night, as she was swimming straight and everything.  She seemed to have shed that sideways swim habit that she had become so fond of. 

K- asked us this morning if we could have a funeral.  "Mom, may I say a few words?"  "Of course."  "Goldie, you were the best fish.  You meant more to me than anything."  "Even your mom and dad?"  "Yes."

A goldfish ranks above the parentals.  A goldfish doesn't take care of her when she is sick.  A goldfish doesn't take her for Happy Daddy Day.  She'll come back around after she is done mourning.

Smiles in my day:
-  We finally finished the summer reading sheet.  Hallelujah!