Poor Beeb had yet another gold fish die this weekend. That makes two dead in 6 weeks. Secretly I think Jake is killing them (Mr. B's gold fish) but it is probably not nice to point fingers without hard evidence.
I did take this as another opportunity to teach Beeb about the power of prayer. While Spots floated lifelessly in our toilet bowl I was elected to offer up a prayer of gratitude for Spots little life and a request for his safe arrival home (not in my septic field - the other home).
Tomorrow we are off again to the pet store to pick out the next unlucky guppy (with our track record). At the rate we go through fish I am thankful they are a bargain at .14 cents each.
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