You’ll have to excuse me for not posting a new Saturday Debate yesterday. But I figured that Friday’s post was plenty enough debate fodder for one weekend. Well, if you read epic fantasy, that is. If you don’t, you probably got about about halfway through it, scratched your head and muttered, “yeah, whatever, don’t care, buhhhhbye.”
If you do happen to have an opinion on the matter, I started a discussion about it over on Goodreads. You know, for you books nerds out there. Oh, and while I’m at it, if you’re a Goodreads member, you’re friends with me, right?
Just in case you missed the subtle hint there, if we’re not, you should CLICK THIS LINK and friend me. Like, now.
Good. Glad we got that out of the way.
Carrying on, last night, somewhere between bath- and bedtimes, I happened to walk past the Puddin Family Aquarium (and what an enormous and visual striking piece it is, I assure you) as something odd seemed to catch in my peripheral vision.
Obviously, my head twisted ’round in execution of the obligatory double take. Because either I was getting some kind of spots in my vision, or…
Do you see something there?
*dies of teh cuteness overload*
…yep, that’s right, little fishes. La casa de Puddin is now the proud home for a school of baby fishes. We bought a new yellow-colored Molly last week, and as luck would have it, she had a little bit of the aquatic Octo-Mom going on.
Well, that was at first count. At last count, there were something like 10 of the little buggers schooling around or hiding in there someplace (they are confoundingly difficult to count while swimming about surrounded by reflective surfaces).
As should be expected, the puddinlings are positively giddy at seeing one of the miracles of nature aswim in our very own decorative aquarium. In fact, last night, before bedtime, The Attitude even said to the Puddinette as she kissed him goodnight, “I love our tiny fishes, Momma.”
And if that doesn’t just melt your heart, well, you’re probably some kind of damned monster. I bet you don’t like puppies or rainbows or unicorns, either, and boil your hot dogs like a communist!
In which case, you could probably use more friends. You should totally friend me on Goodreads.
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