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...

Believe me when I say, I have lots of notes and pics like this.  They're all kinda funny, and at the same time, kinda sad.  When you see something like this - you feel like you were just ruining your poor kids life.  So??  Were we torturing our kids by taking them to church?  Or saving their souls from eternal damnation?   Who the heck knows??  But ultimately, the battle of time has won out...

What is the hardest thing in the world?  Well at 2am, in the dark, its one of those small wooden blocks painted with a letter!!   I wrote this poem the day after stepping on one.  And frankly, I was AMAZED at how much it hurt.  It probably didn't help that i was very tired, and very grumpy.  I quickly learned my lesson - you should turn on the light before you wade through the mine fields.  Of course, at that time, I had completely forgotten that our living room was a danger zone. I do remember trying not to scream (the kid was asleep finally!!) and boy did I want to scream.  That little brightly colored block hurt SOOOO much.  And I've stepped on tacks, nails, glass, sharp rocks...

As I realize the cats' litter box hasn't been scooped in over 2 weeks(and we have 2 cats!), I think its time to let all our pets know - they're STILL LOVED!  I wanted to share this picture of a sadly humorous memorial for Bluey, the Betafish.  When he passed away, there were tears and tears...