Ok, the new desk fish: dead. It was extremely gross too, grosser than the first desk fish’s untimely demise. This one started losing it’s tail. Not just losing it, it was disintegrating off of him and floating in bits around in the water. So I took him home, cleaned out his container and put him in a new one, where he proceeded to gasp for air and lose more and more of his tail. He’d sit there in a dead fish float (like a dead man’s float, but fishy) and when I’d move the container, he’d move so I couldn’t flush him. After 24 hours of watching him die, I think he died and I asked Esteban to take care of it. Then, get this, Esteban puts him down the garbage disposal! Eeek! I ran outside so I couldn’t hear the grinding. But in reality, it was more humane than flushing, because if it wasn’t dead, just “mostly dead” (ala Princess Bride), it would have had a gruesome end in the sewer pipes, what with all that poop and stuff.
Esteban is back from L.A. and will be leaving for Las Vegas this weekend. Yep, a week. He’s home a week and then he’s gone. I think this month he will be only home like 9 days. Suckage. However, when he is gone, I feel a bit like my parents have left me alone and I have the house to do whatever I want. Like I could have a big kegger party or something. It’s that type of freedom. I can’t describe it. It’s not like I don’t like him being home, I’m happy when he’s home, but then when he’s gone I go through a sad period and then it’s all “Hey, let’s party!”. I can go to the grocery store and eat deli food for dinner. I can come home late. I don’t have a rolly person sleeping next to me, so I sleep so much better, plus have the whole bed to myself. Plus, significantly less laundry. You’d think I’d only have half as much laundry, but seriously, it’s like a quarter of the laundry. I think my clothes take up less room, with the natural fabrics and stuff. And I always have socks. No serendipitously stolen socks from my drawer. Socks Ahoy!!! Woohoo!
The weather is fabulous right now. It reminds me of Key West, since that’s the last time I was in splendid weather like this. I have the urge to go swim in salt water or sit by the water and drink really strong Pina Coladas.
Speaking of drinking: we had our company award’s banquet on Friday. Stacie did my hair the absolute cutest way: sort of Meg Ryany and all that. Very cute. I felt like a hottie. Then I went and bought a new dress from the Egg shop. They have mostly old ladies clothes, and I seriously expected that I wouldn’t want to keep the dress, that I’d get home and put it on and hate it and wear something else, but I didn’t. It was tres’ cute. I wore a dog collary thing and put rhinestones in my cute ‘do. I was quite a hottie. Many compliments from everyone at the banquet. I was a little freaked though because the dress had major leg showing up the sides. All the way up my thigh. I never really thought about it, but I am actually quite sedate in my clothing choices. I tend to stay toward neutral non-scary clothing. I think I don’t want to be sexual at all. But for some reason, it was ok with this dress. I felt a little uneasy with the “leg cleavage” showing but I got over that with many Blind Russians. Ok, not the best way, but it worked.
