I have a new fish

The first fish I had was Guinness Ichiban. We got him on some holiday called "Saint Patrick's Day" so my mother thought naming him after beer was funny. That's probably why he died.

After GI was gone, I got pretty sad about it so my mom bought my second fish. We called him Take Two. My family giggled about that name a lot but I don't know why. I wonder if they giggle about my name too when I'm not around.

Well, Take Two didn't make it either. Mom said GI was probably too cold and Dad said Take Two was most likely too hot so we, well, they, moved the tank and dad brought home this guy.


The family is calling him Threepete and snickering about it, but I just call him My New Best Friend. Mom says that she'll do all she can to make him last longer than the other guys. We'll see. Somedays, I think maybe I am lucky to still be around.

After Threepete got settled in, my mean mother tricked me into following her down the hallway where I was cruelly thrown into some water and nearly drowned. They call this "bathtime." I call it "BS."


I hate you, Evil Mother.


I will not be consoled. I will not be pleased with being wet. Ever. So stop trying to tell me what a good and pretty girl I am, ok?

Here's what I did to pay them back.

This is dad's side of the bed.


He was saying something about the carpet smelling like "wet dog." I'm not sure if that is a good or a bad thing, but I know that I got in a nice, picture-free nap while my hair dried.