The desire to begin making scores of lists consumes me. My trip to New York must be just eight days away. Just long enough to start checking out the long-range forecasts (a perfect 68 degrees and sunny, Thursday and Friday).
Time to start planning what to wear, which shoes to take, what paraphernalia to tote along. Oh my, the lists I could make…
Today, my mom came up and we took Auggie to get his portrait taken. At Wal-Mart. I wanted to go to The Picture People, but Mom insisted that Wal-Mart would be so much cheaper. Wrong.
Plus, Auggie fell asleep in the car on the way there, so he was tired and cranky and totally did not want to be the center of attention. So we had to bribe him with Mini M&Ms (‘enanens?’ says Auggie). We got some decent shots, and I was sorely tempted to stick to my guns and only get the one pose package of 1.8 billion wallets for $3.88, but I have too much guilt to spend less than four dollars when the poor woman worked to cajole tiny smiles out of my grumpy toddler for over 30 minutes. Does anyone actually do this? If you can say no to all the upselling, my hat goes off to you.
In some sad family news, Fishy the fish is not doing very well. We’ve had Fishy for nearly a year now, and that’s pretty good, longevity-wise, as far as bettas go. But he’s stopped eating and is moving very little. I’m hoping that he’s only a little depressed with the change of the seasons, but I have no knowledge of fish health whatsoever, so I’m just trying to ease myself into the idea that Fishy may soon be acting sassy in that great fishbowl in the sky.
Is it wrong that I tear up thinking of Fishy’s demise?