Just Throw a Brick

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...