Want to hear
a funny story? Sure you do.
Last night
my husband and I were hanging out relaxing after spending the day with my
parents, brother, aunt, uncle, and cousins. Josh was playing a videogame and I
was scrolling Pinterest.
I stumbled
across this really unique fish bowl. It was unlike anything I had ever seen.
The shape was the typical fish bowl, but the bottom came up to form what looked
like little mountains. The whole thing was glass and just caught my eye.
It got me
thinking that Josh and I should get a fish. Then my mind really went to work…
I decided
that we would get a fish and put him in the fish bowl I saw on Pinterest. Then
since we tend to go away periodically on weekends, we could purchase a food
dispenser that was on a timer. That way even though we were gone the fish would
still be cared for.
Then my
brain did a number on me. What if the food dispenser didn’t work? I visualized
us returning home from a weekend away to a dead fish. Enter guilt… I would let
the fish die?! That poor little fish wouldn’t be feel loved if we were gone and
then it wouldn’t get fed. The poor fish would die feeling hungry and unloved!
(Yes, my brain really did take this imaginary trip).
The worst
part of it all is that I genuinely got sad. Not like, that’s sad so we
shouldn’t get a fish. But actual tears formed. I started crying over a fish
that I didn’t even actually own!!!!!
Josh turned
to me from his game to see that I was crying and asked what was wrong. So I
told him. I walked my husband through the same emotional rollercoaster my brain
took me on.
Guess what?
He LAUGHED. To the point I think he almost had tears in his eyes. He couldn’t
even breathe! He kept speaking in half sentences and just rolled in laughter.
He said between laughs, “You’re a bad fish owner!” and “I’m sorry about your
fish we don’t even have!”
At that
moment, I recognized how insane I sounded. I don’t even know how I was able to
get that worked up over a hypothetical fish. In any case, it was a good laugh
for Josh and I so I figured I would share it with you.
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