Holy Boring Batman ...

Seriously.  I am so boring this week.  Why do you write when you have nothing to say you ask?  Well, because I wanna.  I get a nervous tick and my eye starts to twitch when I skip a day of blogging (minus the weekend).  So friends, prepared to be bored out of your minds (but hopefully at least entertained) ...

First off, let's talk about my little Mobi.  Mobister got aNOTHER new plant ... AND some teal (it's his favorite color too, just like his mommy ... he told me so) rocks at the bottom of this tank!  Doesn't he look so thrilled?  Seriously I love this fish too much.  And animals in general for that matter.

Speaking of loving this fish too much, let's back up a minute and let me tell you about the first time I put these beautimous teal rocks in Mobister's tank.  So I go to change the water.  Like I normally do.  Nothing special or exciting.  I put my little buddy back in his tank and hook up the air ... bubble ... blower ... thing.  FILTER.  THAT'S it.  Anyways, I'm talking to staring at my little guy, quite pleased with how pretty his tank now is with the blue rocks and new plant, and all the sudden these bubbles start to pop up THROUGH the tube in the back, making this HORRENDOUS bloop noise that I'm CONVINCED is about to be the precursor to SUCKING my sweet fish down the air tube!  So what do I do?  I panic and freak out calmly adjust the tube to see if moving it around helps.  Well all that does is cause all the rocks to become misplaced and look, well, ugly.  Awesome.  This now ticks me off on TOP of being freaked out that Mobi was going to either spontaneously combust or be sucked down the air tube OR be hit by one of the flying, misplaced and, now, uglified rocks and knock him unconscious (can a fish be knocked unconscious?)  Meanwhile, Mobi's swimming around like an imaginary shark is chasing him around his 12-inch-wide tank all the while looking at me with a "mom, what the H are you trying to do to me, don't stress me out, I'LL GET FIN ROT" look. 

Which, by the way, is the most disgusting term for fin-breakage I've ever heard.  Fin rot.  Ack.  Who's idea was THAT name? 

Right, back to the story.  So by this point the air tube is blooping more frequently, rocks are flying everywhere, Mobi's on his 25th lap around his tank and I'M. SWEATING.  So, I call the fish store (yes, I have their number on speed dial, what of it?) and ask them WHAT THE H is going on and they proceed to tell me that I'm not supposed to have the end of his little air ... bubble ... blower ... thing ... FILTER, THAT'S it, underNEATH the little whosiewhatsit at the bottom of the tank (can you tell I TOTALLY know what I'm talking about?  No?) but actually suspended IN the air tube pipe ... seriously I can see your blank stares at this point, but this was about as efficient as our conversation went on the phone with me trying to explain to the fish-expert what was going on in my boy's tank ... so when I DID what said fish-expert told me to everything was fine.  The rocks stopped flying, the air tube stopped blooping and Mobi was leaning against his new plant sipping a margarita with his fins propped up.  PHEW.  For about 5 minutes there was UTTER. CHAOS. in my office.  And I have no idea why I didn't tell you before ... oh that's right ... because thankfully I had more interesting things to talk about.  Hopefully I don't lose you all to the week of "the cowlick and the fish tank fiasco" ... not that I'd blame you. 

Here's hoping your Wednesday's more exciting than mine has been so far!!!