Just Throw a Brick

The only thing I can say about my relationship with Jeffrey is - wow, that escalated quickly. From his first night home, to his home shattering around him, to his illness, things have gone from bad to worse, and by worse I mean Jeffrey is now in the great fishtank in the sky :( I suppose I did a lot to make his last days on Earth happy ones - all the food he wanted, (even if I never saw him eat it), a cute little tank all to himself, his own plant... It's like I'm running a rest home for fish. Jeffrey was fun while he lasted, I guess. Anyone got happier news to share? Anyone...? (YES I KNOW IT'S JUST A FISH BUT I LOVED HIM OKAY) I'm in kind of a meh mood. A new pregnant couple that just moved into the ward gave talks on Sunday that were full of praise for the ward. I mean, they even said "I think that Midwesterners are the real salt of the earth." What the heck. What does that even mean? And then they were like "Since we've moved in, we've...

Been awhile since Happy Crappy and Meh has graced this lovely blog, hasn't it? Let's remedy that. Happy -I got a new fish! Meet Jeffrey: Jeffrey's first few days at home were a little stressful. He was nameless until a couple days ago because nothing really fit. His fishbowl also shattered last Sunday and he spent a couple crazy moments flopping around on the kitchen floor while C tried to scoop him with a net while I frantically found a cup for him. Thankfully he survived that and has just made the transition to his brand-new tank! He seems to like it better than the old one anyway. To this day I still haven't seen him eat. I don't know if/what/when he eats, but he's still alive, so I'm assuming he's a shy eater...? Poor guy. Maybe the whole fishbowl-shattering incident really took a psychological toll. The reason behind the name Jeffrey is two-fold. My mom suggested I call him Jeff Probst (from Survivor) since he survived the fishbowl-shatter...