It seems Mr. Fish and his recent relocation has sparked a bit of a family feud. Last night after Dumber #26 read my post about what Mom did, he called her at 10:30 to yell at her, and then Dumb #22 wouldn’t talk to her when she called him this morning.
So then Mom calls me to tell me that my facts are not all correct. The Fish-Man did not actually pay her for Mr. Fish; she gave him away. Just so that I am clear: this is better? Anyway, this was the only point she disputed. She said if my brothers were so upset, they could go to the fish store and buy Mr. Fish themselves. Eh-hemmm. Brace yourselves….
(I have to laugh, as I can see it from all of their points of view…)
Unimportant addendum: For the next day, all creativity is being funneled elsewhere. Yes, in between gagging and throwing-up, I am finally working. I finished five of the six design specs today, and now just have to finish the drawings and have the photo’s taken. Tomorrow while Jeffrey is at school, Eric and I will go to the printer. The plastic bag in my purse will hopefully not be needed. Seriously, three is a good number, right?