I never thought I’d do it I never thought I’d lie But I’m staring at a third fish That had to go and die   Tears, moans, wails and whoa Stare up in clouded eyes A ruse to dodge a little grief Should come as no surprise   A fish is a fish, and a flush is a flush So off to the store I go And when I return with a new Mr. Bubbles No one will ever know   Ok.  so this one's a little tricky cuz the kids still don't know!  I'm not sure if this is betraying their trust.  I guess it is.  But honestly, Mr. Bubbles died shortly after the cat got run over and it was just a little too traumatic.  Or so we felt at the time.  So when the kids went to school...

So this poem really has nothing to do with what i'm writing about - except for the fact that it's a food item and it hints at how the silliest, most mundane things have become important facets of my life!  Uncrustables and Oreos!  Go figure. I had to laugh yesterday when I realized I was sending my wife a sweet, loving text as I was grabbing 2 giant boxes of uncrustables.  (you know - those peanut butter & jelly sandwiches - pre-made with the crusts cut-off for really, really picky kids.  And one of my kids still won't eat them!!)    Anyhow, it occurred to me that this was pretty much the most unromantic moment you could imagine...