Breaking news bulletin (that I’m just getting around to posting):
Shimmer the Bulimic Fish passed away (last week). Currently, the San Diego Mommasons are pondering life, death, and whether Fish Heaven is an ocean or just a giant fishbowl (which would suck enormous tasteless fish flakes for Shimmer the Bulimic Fish).
There’s a lot of existential angst floating around here this past week. Also occasional bursting into tears. And death scenarios like “Maybe a burglar broke in and killed Shimmer.” And questions I don’t know how to answer properly.
More soon.
sad news. and very timely! ;) which reminds me – i should get around to posting about how my daughter said her first complete sentence. 3 weeks ago.
i’m sure Shimmer is looking out at you lovingly from Fishbowl Heaven.
OK, I can handle all the regular tough death questions but the burglar one? GAH! I just don’t know what to do with that. “Uh…maybe….but, I don’t think so.” That’s just not helpful.
Good luck. Sorry about your pretty fish.
“Don’t take life too seriously. NO one gets out alive. Not even the damn fish…”
“God was lonely and needed a pet. Shimmer went to keep him/her company”
“Well, you see, it’s like this…um…it’s hot. Wanna go get some ice cream?”
those fish-killing burglars? they SUCK.
sorry for toots and booger.
I think I heard about the fish killing burglar on Channel 10.
I need to read your arhives so I can better appreciate Shimmer’s eating disorder. Rest in peace Shimmer – and for God’s sake – EAT.
I’m sorry…
I am so sorry for your loss. Shimmer is definitely in fishy heaven. If all dogs go to heaven, then fish should count too.
R.I.P. Shimmer.
Ah the lessons learned in having pets. Death being the last and more confusing for both kids and parents.
My condolences.
Alas, poor Shimmer – I knew him not, but I hope he finds his appetite in the great ocean of beyond.
(Such a shame that Shimmer couldn’t have had a near-death experience, or been reincarnated into another fish (hint, hint).
Sigh…poor Shimmer…!
Poor Shimmer.
Oh….. no.
CNN just had an interview with a little old lady from Pasadena who said that her neighbour had a fish burglar earlier in the week.
Nevermind, hubby just told me it was a fish BURGER! Oiy!
Deepest oceans of condolences to your little ones.
The Little Imp keeps asking for a fish. I don’t think we’re ready for that yet.
Get them a puppy. They’ll forget all about poor Shimmer. Go with Triton Shimmer.
Aw. Rest in peace, poor shimmer.
Am I awful to say I wish that our new fish, Fireworks, would hurry up and die? The Girl promised to take care of him to prove that she was responsible enough for a guinea pig, but I think the thing gets fed around once a week. I always forget until I see it doing that sideways floating kind of thing. And yet he always seems to bounce back…
No fish tacos in fishy heaven – probably.