Funeral for a Fish

We lost a dear li'l member of the family last night. Our blue betta fish, Trampolini. Taylor came up with that 0dd name. Anyway, he died. He'd been acting weird for a long time and I thought maybe his number was coming up. Sure enough, I got up this morning and found him belly up at the bottom of his bowl. It was sad. I broke the news to the boys. They took it surprisingly well. It's our first pet death.

So I thought we'd have a little funeral for him. Taylor dug a hole under our Forsythia bush in the backyard. It will be full of flowers soon, so I thought that would be a nice spot. Chase got emotional as I removed Trampolini from his bowl. Then of course, I got sad. So the two of us walked him out to the backyard with tears in our eyes. Taylor was a rock. No tears.

We plopped him carefully into the hole and covered it up.We each said something nice about him, then said a little prayer. We put a "T" on a rock for his headstone. And that was that. So... no more cleaning out his bowl. I hated doing that. But still.... kinda sad.

Sock Nazi

I am the Sock Nazi. I hoard socks and no one is allowed to have socks without my permission. If they come for a second pair of socks in one day, they have to have a DANG good reason. Does anyone else have sock issues? I swear, I have socks everywhere! All over the house, in the car, on the trampoline, the deck, my make-up bag. And they're not my socks. They're the little sweat socks with the gray ankles and toes. Yes, my children are extremely irresponsible with socks. They wear them outside without shoes and turn them black and get them soaking wet. Then they come in the house, track their dirty, wet little foot prints all over and eventually take them off and randomly toss them. THEN... they have the nerve to go and get a nice, clean, new pair on!!!! We have a one pair of socks a day policy around here! I have to hoard them, or things just get completely out of control.