it was innocent enough

Today I almost killed the fish.

Tragic.

{Well, it would have been tragic to listen to the drama that would have ensued!}

We have to clean Glory's little bowl out once a week.

Well, I went to Hawaii and Daddy B was otherwise occupied.

That bowl was in dire need of a cleaning.

Innocently,

I scooped Glory out with a big slotted spoon & put her in a measuring cup.

I have to say, I did think it might be a little small.

BUT

I also knew that in just a little bit, she'd be back in her real bowl.

{Which is not really that spacious, people)

At that point, we went about our afternoon.

The girls rested while I worked out.

At some point,

I called Daddy B with a question & as I was hanging up,

I noticed that there wasn't a fish in the measuring cup.

Or by it. Or in the sink.

Where did the fish go???

I raced around the counter to take a closer look.

There she was...laying on the cold, hairy & dry ground.

Trying not to freak out,

I picked her {and the large hairball she had thrown herself into} up, and put her back in her bowl. Her tail was even a little crispy.

She started to swim around.

I couldn't believe it.

This can't be normal, but who am I to ever make a big deal about that?!

Normal just isn't our thing...

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