One Fish Two Fish...er One Fish

Well friends. It’s a sad day in the Hixx household.

I merrily got up this morning, thinking everything was normal. It’s Thursday, Survivor’s on tonight, tomorrow’s Friday, the regular early morning thoughts.

I’m happily on the train, reading..having a fine old time. And then it comes. The dreaded text.

“Bad things happened to the living room fish. Tank completely cloudy. Could be dead. Don’t know what happened.”

NO! The fish!

John has two fish tanks, a saltwater and a freshwater. He’s had those fish for 6 years? 8 years? A really long time. They were beautiful too, healthy and strong. They used to be in his bedroom when we were dating and we’d lie on his bed and talk, and watch the fish.

If I was sad, I’d always get “wanna go in and look at the fish?” and we would, and it was nice. We kinda fell in love that way.

And they’ve been with him such a long time, and they really were beautiful.

It’s a sad day.

But Survivor is on. So it’s a little bit better.

I’m sorry little fish, I’m sorry John, but at least they were happy for a long long time.