One Fish Two Fish

Dead fish.

Came home last night to a sinker at the bottom of the giant mug.

Rob flushed them both even though only one was dead.

I cringed at the sound of the flush.

After placing the empty mug next to the sink to be washed, (mental note:  never drink out of THAT mug again) Rob said, “Yeah, so if the boys decide they want their fish….”

“We’ll buy them a new one?”


“How much are they, like 1.99?”

“More like 25 cents.”

“Even better.”


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  1. Oh my gosh, he flushed the live one? That’s awful…But I guess as someone who buries gummy bears, I should say “at least they’re together”. 🙂

  2. Ah, and I was so excited about them!


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