There was an untimely death in the family. Actually the deceased was a fish, and to hear Becca tell it... it was a murder! Her male guppy was found floating in the tank after school will all of its fins and tail completely nibbled off. The interrogation continues even as I type this. The guppy has been replaced with another fan-tailed male, but he and his new bride have a home of their own, Becca set the small tank up to risk any future canabalism. For the new guppy's sake I hope the female isn't a 'black widow'.
While at the store to finalize the adoption of the newest addition to our little aqua-community we also bought sandwich fixings. (Becca was not amused when she inquired what was for dinner and Art replied 'fish' with a wicked grin). We were already at the register when I realized that I had forgotten to pick up some mayo, so I sent Becca to grab a jar. 'MAYO! Not that Miracle Sh*t...' I specified. When she returned with the mayo, I immediately noticed that it was Fat Free. 'What are you trying to say?' I asked suspiciously. I grudgingly paid for the fat-free mayo to save time, but you can bet when I got home I scrounged around like an addict until I found some 'fat' mayo, and scrapped the sides of the jar for my fix!
Day 1 of my 3-day use or lose vacation is almost over. I slept all morning, and played all afternoon. Tomorrow I suppose I should try to do some housework... I wonder if there is a Dummy's Guide To Housework that I can download. I think that will be my first plan of action for the morning... go online and research the art of 'housework'. Yeah, thats definitely a plan worth having!