want to open my Wii and play tennis. But I made a stupid promise to my mother that I would wait until Christmas. And I forgot to cross my fingers when making said promise.
So...it's just sitting in the dumb box, waiting to be played. It makes me sad.
Instead I am watching the newest additions to the apartment-- a replacement fish (John Adams) and a frog (the First Lady)-- chase each other around the bowl. No substitute for the Wii. Not at all.
28 days and counting.
Snap.
Postscript: R.I.P. George Washington (the very handsome beta that lived with us for almost two years). Your flamboyant fins will be missed by many.
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If you get a really fat fish, you could name it William Howard Taft. Just don't let it get stuck like Taft did in the White House bathtub...
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