Ok, so tonight I finally get my fishies from Jason's house. They sat in the jeep for a while while we were outside talking. I finally was like "oh shit, the fishies, I gotta go before I kill them." Well, Jaycob and I get in the jeep and one is already upside down. Yep, haven't even made it home and here I am killing them, lovely. First of all, I LOVE my fishies! I have missed them. I am the crazy lady that talks to her animals, even the fish.
Ok, so now I am on this mission to hurry and get home (without throwing the tank in the floorboard with my ninja driving skills) so that I can "save" the fishies.
I get home, get the tank in, set it up on the counter in the corner of the kitchen. Nice lil spot I figure for a fish tank! Finally get the tank filled and the pump will NOT work. Once again, lovely....at this point about 3 of the lil fuckers were floating and I am about in tears and telling them how sorry I am that I'm killin them. Yes people, in tears, and talkign to fish...damn PMS.
The whole time I am standing there trying to get the pump to work, I am doing the "omg I gotta pee" dance, and the water running is sooooo not helping, but I couldn't stop becuase these poor lil creatures were literally dying and I wasn't going to waste a second. I mean, this was like a crazy episode of some rescue 911 episode in my book!
Fast forward....the pump is FINALLY working, I FINALLY got to pee and I'm thinking, ok, deep breath, it's all good. The fishies were coming out of their "half dead, floating upside down, shock state" and were starting to swim around again so I was all excited and shit and feeling completely acconmplished!!! Now on to the next mission of the night, loading the dishwasher so I could hurry and grab a shower and be in bed and relaxing with a cup of coffee in time to watch Revenge, which is the one and only show that I HAVE to watch each week. Ok, so dishwasher is loaded and the door won't close. Hmmmmm, WTF???? Jaycob comes to the rescue and finally we figure out that the weight of the fish tank, which is sitting on the counter above the dishwasher, is too much and it's pressing the counter down and the damn door just will NOT close.
Now I am really in tears! Jaycob is looking at me like I have lost my mind, I'm standing there literally about to cry and he is trying to figure out what the hell is wrong with me. I'M TIRED, PMS, I JUST WANT A DAMN CUP OF COFFEE AND TO WATCH TV....I am quitely praying to God..." really??? is that too much to ask???" Just one night of the week...PLEASE?? Guess he was busy with more important stuff.
So here I go AGAIN! Drain the tank, move the tank, fill the tank, fight the stupid damn filter pump thingy till it works again.....fish almost dead again at this point......I'm finally relaxed for the night, I WAS able to watch a lil of my show, I did take a shower, I am in bed with my cup of coffee enjoying a few minutes of quiet time and as I sit here typing my very first blog I just realized.....damnit, I forgot to feed the the fuckers......
