How’s that for an interesting post title? Here’s the story on this one.

So I may or may not have mentioned that I have a goldfish. I’ve had it for nearly 8 years now. I know, right? Long time for a goldfish! I call him Fish, because I named them all and he’s the only one I have left but I can’t remember what I originally named him. Back to the story. We have really hard water at our house. And when it evaporates from the tank it calcifies around the edges and can look pretty gross. Now we all know I’m not housekeeper of the year, but I finally decided last night that I was going to clean that part of the tank. Which then lead to me noticing how dirty the water was, so I decided to do a whole tank cleaning. Which isn’t to bad, since I have one of those fish tank vacuums. If you don’t have one, and you have a tank, go to Petco or Petsmart and buy one immediately!

So there I am cleaning my tank, I make one trip to dump the water outside and am all successful like with that. So I get done cleaning it out and adding water back in, balancing and conditioning the water, and Fish is just swimming around all happy. And I’m thinking to myself, “Oh M is going to be so surprised when he comes home and finds that I cleaned the tank and it looks all nice and awesome and now you can see Fish swimming”.

Yeah, M was surprised all right…

I get up to dump the water out of my bucket, and I’m at the door with my hand on the knob when I hear it. The brittle cracking of plastic. My bucket completely breaks in half and dirty fish water goes every where. And of course that would be the day when I picked up any towels that I had laying around the house so I have to run to the bathroom and grab towels from the dirty towel hamper and I can hear the water running down my freaking floor vents and oh shit just wouldn’t know that this is the exact time M decides to pull in the driveway.

So here he opens the door to find me with a bunch of towels spread all over the floor and a broken bucket sitting next to the door and I say-

“I cleaned my fish tank!”

To which he replies, “It’s exhausting just to know you sometimes.”

Tell me about it!

So that was my evening. Fun times, I tell ya. Fun, fun times…