I will come out and admit, I had the flu. I'm still reeling from the fact that I was this sick but it even happens to the best of us. It was horrible. I got so cold at one point I had on 3 pairs of socks and sat by the heating vent in my son's room while he raced cars on his train track.
The catfish named Emily died. I told my son that he wasn't going to make it through the night and that we should pay our last respects to him now. "You were a good catfish and lived for almost 2 years."
So he died later the next day and I wrapped him in a paper towel and buried him under the lilac tree next to where his goldfish friends Car and Sid are also buried. I have always buried my fish. I feel they would be happy to return to the earth.
I thought we were going to get snow last night, but all we have this morning is bitter cold with a wind chill of about 6. Still I must venture out and buy some whiskey for the cough. Oh yes and we have to-I mean we HAVE TO mail the letter to Santa.
Oh yes and since Melvin is also sick we kind of spaced out and sat in front of the tv for far too long last night. First we watched Classic Album on VH1 and it was about Dark Side of the Moon. Then I was ready to go to bed and Kinks Christmas special was on next, so I had to see my Ray.
"Desperation is the English way"