Wall o' fish. Okay confessional time, everyone gather close, I want to whisper to Alberico doesn't overhear: I wanted a goldfish. There it is, the big nasty truth lying out there for everyone to know. Phew I'm feeling better. I had visions of a bubble-eyed goldfish and I creating beautiful memories together until the Petco fish attendant educated me on the cold hard truths of the world.
Turns out goldfish are hard to keep alive. Who knew? I mean they give them out at fairs, what could be so difficult about that?! Nope, they need tanks to filter water for days before their arrival, I obviously did not plan for this, as obvious by the huge tank I was lugging around the store. Betta fish it is then!
I know, the resemblance between us is uncanny.
Moral of the story: Have more patience than I do, read the manual. This taught me a precious lesson, when it is time to share my genes with the world an engage in procreation I will be more prepared. I will totally read What to Expect When You're Expecting so I don't mess that one up. Alberico is my practice child.
In other news I made cookies. You may notice some of them have a bite or two missing, I'm blaming this one on Charles Darwin and not at all on my love of cookie dough. Only the strong survive.