I am on “call-in” for jury duty this week so the rest of my week depends heavily on whether or not I’ll get called in. I like to people watch when I am on jury duty. Some people bring bags and bags of books with them. Others bring a crossword or too. Some people “wing it” and come completely empty handed. I, on the other hand, tend to always bring too much. I bring a book to read.. and a back-up book (just in case the first one stinks to high heaven). I have also been known to bring my daytimer. You just never know when you might need it. Oh, and I have been told by people here at work that I should bring my laptop so I can work from the courthouse.. yeah.. I think not.

It’s hard to know what book(s) to take with you though. Do I want a page turner? Maybe not. I might finish it too fast. What about a classic? Can’t really go wrong with a classic can you? Unless the pace is way too slow and you end up falling asleep next to the very strange man with no crossword or book to keep him occupied.

I guess I will get right on it and try to figure out what to take.

Or not.

Ti

As some of you know our dear, beloved feline pet passed away last month. The kids have been itchin’ for a new pet to love. They want another cat, or a dog.. but they settled for some fish. I told them that it was out of the question though, so that I could surprise them for Easter. What better gift than a new little fishy with a super cool bowl set-up? I know. Get a life.

Anyway.. I set the bowls up beforehand. Got the fish about a week before Easter and guess what? One of them died.. right before Easter. There was no time to get another one so I had to resort to PLAN 2, which was lots and lots of candy. However, I did share my plan with them and they both decided that picking out their own fish would be more fun anyway. The one fish that remained, I kept for myself and name her Lolita.

So my son picked out a very pretty, blue and green Betta and named him BOB.

My daughter picked out a very pretty, purple Betta and named HIM, Barbie. I know. Everything right now is Barbie even if this poor fish is a boy.

Today, Lolita is breathing. Barbie is breathing. BOB has stopped breathing. R.I.P. Bob.

I am beginning to think my fish caring skills are no better than my green thumb. I did everything right. Treated the water beforehand. Did not overfeed him. Pre-rinsed the bowl with water only..no soap. Yet another one bites the dust. Not good. I am willing to replace Bob as my son has not even had him for a full week, but I hope this is not a trend.

That’s what I get for trying to be a little bit creative this Easter. One fish, two fish, now they’re.. dead fish. I know..pretty bad.

Ti