After a short illness, Paco the Fish passed away this morning. His body is lying in state in his former home, a goldfish bowl, until funeral arrangements can be made. (Until I can flush it down the toilet). Lauren said bye-bye to him and was sad for about 1 minute and then came up with a cheerful thought-"now can we get a big dog?".
Frequently tired mother to a happy 7 year old daughter and 2 year old son. Wife to a worthsmith who argues for a living. Employee to a really cool un-Lumberg boss at a large Office-space-esque institution of higher learning. Currently stationed at home, working from my laptop. Condo dweller in the heart of screenland who misses NY & snow.