Laughing All The Way

The One With 600 Thread Count

Bruce and I have achieved a higher level in the apartment. This weekend we bought a new duvet, one that was a little bigger than the one we had. The duvet covers at Macy’s were way too expensive, so we ran through Bed, Bath and Beyond and there was the most perfect duvet cover. I didn’t even know they made duvet covers with a 600 thread count, but tonight I will sleep the sleep of the loved and decadent. If only they had the matching sheets.

Also, we got fish. We refer to them as “he” and “she”. We don’t really know if one is a he and one a she, but based on their coloring we are being misogynistic and racist so we call them he and she. We have been talking about setting up the fish tank for months and we finally got our shit together. Bruce has taken to running over to the tank and shouting: “HEY FISHY!” They love that. We are a bit unsure about where this will go, in a few weeks we will get a school of small and bright fish and maybe a snail or crab. But right now we’ve got some live plants and some fish and nothing has died yet. Oh, that reminds me, I need to send Bruce an email that says: “Fish still alive.”

We leave for Boston this weekend. I have a family thing and when I get back, I start work. Ole!

we had fishies too (ours loved to be told ‘goodnight fishies!’ at loud volumes). their names were ferdinand and isabella (dave, the fish expert, told me that you can tell the sex by the size, so the bigger one became isabella… i am not so sure…) because they were avid explorers of their limited liquid world. then fredinand died (or was it isabella?) after floating upside down for weeks (according to the resident fish expert, his/her floatation abilities were askew) and now we just have one fishie, whom to we still scream goodnight.

Well, ours are two different types (species?) so the size thing won’t work, but the “female” fish is far more adventurous than the “male” fish who tends to hide under the filter whenever we open the lid to feed them. Men are wimps, always afraid of the looming hand of god.

remember how you were getting back into the swing of blogging?  huh? REMEMBER?!?! 

Okay.  New job and all, i’ll forgive you.  for now.

look it, what do you want from me? blood from a stone I tell ya, blood from a stone.