InsaneJournal

June McGillicuddy (junebug_) wrote, @ 2008-08-04 10:49:00

Current mood:

aggravated

006;
Yesterday, Sam and I went to the pet shop. He wanted to get a lizard. Don't ask me why. He just did. It's the only thing he's been talking about for the past month, and I figured it was time to take him down there and show him just how disgusting lizards are. Of course, he couldn't be swayed so easily and decided to throw a tantrum like a two-year-old in the middle of the pet shop because I refused to buy him this fucking 3-foot long lizard. It looked like a God damned dinosaur. Finally, after some candy, persuasion and a few side-eyed glances from other customers who surely thought I was torturing the poor child, we agreed on fish.

We bought a cheap plastic tank, some rocks and some other crap to put in it. That was my favorite part, decorating the tank. I let Sam pick out two fish and he let me pick out one, because despite the fact that he's a lizard-lover, he is also very considerate. I picked out what I chose to refer to as the retard-fish, simply because he looked like a retard. His eyes were all buggy and he kept swimming into the side of the tank. Retard-fish. Sam picked out a couple small goldfish and we were off, $110 lighter. We set it up and did everything the pet shop guy said. It kept Sam entertained for hours! I actually got to do some dishes, shave my legs and even got a phone call in to Jennifer without him noticing. He decided to name them all Lizard.

This morning, however, we awoke to find Lizard, Lizard and Lizard had perished during the night. Just goes to show how nurturing we are. They were just three more animals I could add to my list of animals I've killed or maimed accidentally. Sam is devastated. You'd think the damn fish had been here more than a day. He wants to bury them, so now they're just floating in the tank because I'm certainly not scooping them out until we're heading out the door. I was hoping to be sneaky and just flush them, but Sam is pretty down in the dumps and has refused to leave the tank's side. I keep going back and forth on whether or not I should get him a damn lizard. What if it dies, too? God, Sam would probably become clinically depressed.

Anyway, I've got a doctors appointment later today. I figured it's been so long since I last went, and with the earthquake and my birthday coming up, I should make sure my old ticker's still up and running. Maybe afterward I'll take Sam to the pet shop. Or maybe I'll just buy him a video game or something.