Another Memory

I have been having a lot of those lately. but Bre's blog about fish inspired me. thanks Bre!

So one time my friend gave me a gold fish for christmas. she gave it to me in a jar at school. and either i fed it wrong because i put like half the bottle of fish feed in there or the jar wasn't good for air perfusion, but the fish died that day.

i was joyous to not feel guilty about committing the murder i had already planned in my head as soon as i saw it in the jar.

i told my friend but i didn't want to seem too happy that it died to i just said, "yeah that poor fish" or something like that.

And then she got me ANOTHER fish. oh dear.

This time it was a puffer dragon horrible fish. it is supposed to be pretty but it just scared me because the cheeks puffed out and stuff when it was mad.

this time i had to keep it because it was in a fish bowl with a fern and pebbles and everything.

So i kept it. And i HAD to clean out the bowl and it HAD to be kept in my room because my mom hated it too.

Then I went to Disneyland and "forgot" to have someone feed him.

And then my dad said he had died and he flushed him down the toilet.

but then later my Dad said that actually the fish had started to move on the way to the toilet.

so reason number 53 why i love my dad.

HE KILLS UNWANTED FISH FOR YOU.

jennifer

maybe this is innappropriate.