Tonight, I write with a sad, and heavy heart.

You see… I have some terrible news.

My BFF died.  My Best Fish Friend.

I came home from a long day of appointments, and errands.  And there he was.

DOA.  That is Dead On Arrival… Old School Abbreviation.  (OSA’s… I like to call them.)

Yes.  It appears that I was in the midst of a SNAFU.  (Systems Normal, All-Fouled Up. ….. …  another OSA reference.)

OMG.  He was FUBAR.  All glassy-eyed and on is side.    And I…. I was BM.  (Beside Myself).

Someone told me this was TBE (To Be Expected) of CFGF (County Fair Gold Fish).  But I am SOL.  (Sh*t Out of Luck).

What will I do with all this LOFF?  (Left Over Fish Food).

I know one thing.  I will be heading to Craig’s List tonight:

FOR SALE.  CHEAP.  One slightly used Goldfish Bowl.  Two River Rocks.  Make an Offer.  Email: sadandloney@darkwaters.com

Yes.  A sad day.  But I have wept quite enough.  My little BFF would want me to Keep Swimming.  So….  I did a bunch of laps tonight in the pool, in honor of the Gold Man.

RIP Simon.

Simon the Awesome
2012 – 2012

Maybe next time… I’ll get a bird.

“In the night of death, hope sees a star, and listening love can hear the rustle of a wing.”  ~Robert Ingersoll