In sickness and in health

Misery does NOT love company. Being sick is much more gratifying when you can whine and complain and lay around while being taken care of by your healthy energetic spouse.

This weekend, with both of us barely clinging to life, no one was there to take care of us.

We stumbled into Kroger on Saturday night to buy soup and crackers, both of us feverish, chilled, and slightly delusional. Even watching a movie was too difficult for our coughing, aching, hot-then-cold, can't-sit-still bodies.

And we all know that nothing is more attractive than the sounds of post nasal drip.

Sunday, we mustered up the energy to replace little Nemo and Spotty. Two PetSmarts and one Walmart later, we think we've accurately matched up Nemo. Spotty was a little tougher.

How to avoid explaining the death of Goldfish:

1. Freeze dead fish and find reciepts

2. Buy fish that somewhat resemble those whom we fondly remember

3. Convince child that fish sometimes change colors/lost spots/alter personalities over the weekend

But what do you do when the family wakes up on Monday morning and the two NEW fish are dead?