Bubble Trouble

So.

Our first pet when we were kids was a goldfish named Bubbles.

It was the goldfish that would not die.

I got it for free at Meijer with a neighborhood friend.
My friend got six fish that all died by the next day.
Bubbles lived six years.
She was Superfish.

Actually, Bubbles could possibly still be alive...
if my mom wouldn't have killed her.

There was a rank smell in the kitchen and
she was convinced that the
culprit was the poor, helpless goldfish.

So, she told us that she would "set it free"
in the Creek in our backyard.

Later in life, I realized that "setting it free" was more like....

MURDER.

I told this story during my Advanced Composition
class while my Principal was observing me.

My Principal thought it was really funny.

So tonight--when I went to the end-of-the-year faculty party,
I received a wonderful gift.

30 dollars to Barnes and Noble!! AND.....

What?!?!

Yes, A GOLDFISH.

According to my principal,
(and this was the story she told the entire faculty)

my mom flushed Bubbles down the toilet and then
told us that it died of natural causes.

According to my principal,
I said I wanted another goldfish.

She was wrong in every aspect.

But I smiled, and acted surprised,
like any polite person would.

And now...I have this goldfish.
Staring at me.

And this so called "goldfish"...is not even gold.
It's brown!

And the truth is...

I DON'T WANT IT!!!

What am I supposed to do with this thing?

Can I take it back?

AAAHHHHHHH.

Any takers...for Bubbles II? :)

Oh my life makes me laugh.