I was a little nervous yesterday to see the puppy what Andy, Kate and Sam would bring home from the pet store they visited yesterday while I was in class.
It turns out I was right to be suspicious, because when I came home, I found three of these. In my bedroom.
Andy and Kate had set up a pack n’ play for them to sleep in, complete with blankets and pillows and they had already pooped everywhere and I was panicking about exactly how much of our stuff they were going to have to eat before I could rightfully give them to the nearest farmer without being Monster Mommy and breaking my little girl’s heart.
And then I woke up.
And I remembered that this was what they actually brought home.
A little betta fish.
As a side note, did you know that at festivals now, instead of taking the gold fish you won home with you, they give you a pet store gift certificate to go get one? Yeah, I think it’s a conspiracy because they know that if you actually bother to go redeem the gift certificate, you’re also going to spend $32.18 on the required accessories for said free fish. When Kate won the gift certificate, I said “Oh good! You can go pick out a fish for Daddy’s classroom!” However, I did not outsmart my four-year-old – she just made sure that Daddy was the one who took her to the store. And spent $32.18 on the required accessories.
Anyway, after I remembered that they got a fish and not three goats, I also remembered the dream I had had earlier in the night, in which we were sitting in our car watching a giant tsunami wave come toward us.
I’m not sure which dream was worse.
This is apparently what happens when one eats Cookie Crisp before bed. Consider yourself warned.
