My puffer fish jumped out of the tank through the back, a space he should not have been able to fit though.
And I'm so upset.
I loved that fish.
My dear husband had to get up to take care of him because I couldn't.
ACCEPTING THE SANDWICH: Moments of harsh reality can be short: so bite hard, chew and swallow. I talk about everything from marriage to kids and pretty much whatever life flings my way. The rebel in me still wants to wish in one hand. The Realist makes me wash my hands and brush profusely.
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