I had some very serious work to do.
I cannot have pets in my apartment such as a dog, cat, or anything really more advanced than a rock. But I CAN have fish. So my daughter's boyfriend was getting rid of his aquarium. I WANTED an aquarium.
So I have an aquarium. A whole bunch of fish have unfortunately died. There ARE three fish left however. There is Fatso, the ugliest fish I have ever seen. But I'm told he's SUPPOSED to look that way.
There's Jolson. Not Al Jolson. But he is a white fish with black spots. Reminds me of the dalmatian we used to have -- the dumbest dog I have ever met, before or since -- that I called Jolson.
She really WAS about as dumb as a post.
But she was a good dog.
And there is Peter the Plecostomus. He is like the on-site janitor.
And then there is my wristwatch, who really IS named George.
Here they are:
This, as you can see, is George. There is even a period at the end of his name. He cost about $13.
Above, this is Jolson, on top. I like him.
This is, despite the fuzziness, Fatso. He is, well, fat. He has, of course, been bred that way. I did not pick out any of my fish. My daughter and her BF did. It gives me something to do aside from fart around on Farcebook all day.