Okay, people. I need a break. Tonight I give you a post that has NOTHING TO DO WITH DEATH, GRIEF and/or SNOT POURING FROM FACIAL ORIFICES.
Instead, I want you to name my fish. This is the ill-appreciated aquatic pet to which I alluded disrespectfully in last night’s post, which also involved DEATH, GRIEF and/or SNOT POURING FROM FACIAL ORIFICES.
Give me your ideas below. I will consider them harshly, weed them out and boil them down (or employ other such violent gardening and cooking methods) until I have a few worthy finalists. Then I’ll post a poll.
I’ll start you off with my son’s nominee: Jesús.
(I’m not enough of an authority on goldfish sexual characteristics, either primary or secondary, to establish its gender.)