The weather this past week has been very interesting.
We have seen blazing sunshine, hail, high winds,
massive downpour associated thunderstorms,
humidity, cold nights and more.
Up the street from us sits a little house.
At that little house they had a little sale.
Many days before, during and after that sale,
in all that crazy weather,
sat a little fish on a big dresser.
He survived a week of severe storms and hot sun.
The kids and I felt quite bad for the little fella.
He was for sale without a buyer.
They had named him Butthead.
Now he was literally homeless.
He was going to be sent off to a pet store
when they got around to it.
Every day the kids worked on me.
"Mommy, it's sooooo sad."
"Honey, Mommy doesn't need ANOTHER animal to take care of."
"But mommy, he needs a home."
"I know but maybe someone will come and save him."
"Mommy, it should be us."
"Ugh! I feel awful, but it's not a good idea."
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Yesterday I woke up to a campaign to save the fish.
I had tucked the kids into bed the night before
thinking they went straight to sleep.
Now I know otherwise.
I headed down the stairs and found this.
UGH!
As I headed toward their room I saw this...
I arrived at their bedroom door to find this...
On their floor was this...
They must have hit a point of exhaustion
as the sign was not finished or hung.
I credited them for their care and creativity and got them ready.
Off to school with my fish militia.
Great. Now they've got me.
I dug through my purse and found $10.
I marched up to the house, knocked on the door,
woke a man covered in tattoos and made my offer.
It's all I had.
"No thanks" was the answer I received.
Kids came home from school.
I told them it was a No Go.
Second born scrounges another $5 of his own money.
Heads back up to the house.
Perhaps he hit their magic number.
Perhaps they fell for his pleas.
Perhaps they thought it would save them a trip to the pet store.
Whatever the reason, the mission was a success.
Into the bathroom with this fella.
He was in desperate need of house cleaning.
Yup. He's in there.
Look far left.
We found some extra food in our supply.
Cleaned him, fed him, found him a spot in the boy's room.
Meet Stormy (a.k.a. Storm)!!!
I am such a sucker!
