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.