Meet Phineas. Yes, I am the one who named him, after the girls' new favorite cartoon, Phineas and Ferb. Get it? FIN-eas? Because it's awesome. The Man is still befuddled as to why the fish exists in our household. I grew up always having cats and fish as pets. Since he's allergic to cats, fish it has to be. We left our beloved George in California with my sister in law Tiffany, who I'm pretty sure filleted him and served him with lemon and butter sauce. This is the first fish I've had since moving to Texas, and now all is right with the world.
Except for this:
This is the sick inhabitant. She came home at lunch time from school today with an upset stomach. Nothing that an afternoon of Nickelodeon and a sleeve of saltines can't cure.
Happy Monday!
2 of you HAD to say...:
Welcome, Finn. I love the name Phineas. Ever read any Jennifer Crusie? She's got a book called Welcome to Temptation. The lead guy in it is Phineas Tucker. It's a bit racy, but fabulous, I love her books. If you get a sec check it out.
And sorry the wee one is sick. As I ahve about half a voice and a perpetually runny nose I Feel Her Pain.
THAT is a beautiful fish. So beautiful, I could EAT it.
I'll have you know that I did not eat your fish. It died of completely natural causes, and all of the ingredients I used were organic... uh... I mean...
Give Loodle a snuggle from me unless she's no longer "tummy upset" in which case give her a kiss from me.
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