i don't even have to make this stuff up

this morning, we were in a rush.

i was helping ned tie his shoes.

he squirmed and made a face and said,

"there's a piece of brook in my shoe."

i think he meant bark {from the playground}

but do you know what it was?

a furry self-adhesive mustache.

that's right, i just said:

a furry self-adhesive mustache.

a pickle in the washer?

a mustache in the shoe??

what next???

then, around 1:00 i came back home

from helping in ned's classroom.

i was horrified to find

our funny, sweet, playful goldfish

as dry as beef jerky on the bathroom floor.

i think i might have mentioned that she

had been rescued from a similar escape

once before, but it was a split-second rescue.

today, i had been gone all morning,

so i have no idea how long she had been

a fish out of water {ahem} but she was dry.

real dry.

i whispered a little sad prayer for the goldfish

i didn't expect to like, let alone love.

for some unknown reason, 

instead of giving her a flush,

i plunked her back in her fishbowl.

she sank stiffly to the bottom.

i stood there with a sad face,

missing her.

and then...

i thought i saw her little mouth move.

then her gill flaps... flapped.

holy mackerel! {ahem}

she was alive!!

she IS alive!!!

she is still in critical condition,

but she is hanging in there.

i hand-fed her tonight 

to help her keep up her strength.

please say a little prayer for fin.

my soulful fish.

☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼

also today,

in a land, far, far away

from pickles and mustaches and goldfish,

a tiny prince was born.

welcome to the world, will.

your arrival has created new parents,

grandparents, aunts, and uncles.

you are loved beyond measure.

yes, you are a treasure.

♥