Brigham's favorite gift this Christmas was his fish tank. If our current track record is any indicator of our luck with pets, we best NEVER own anything beyond ants. (Maybe we ought to rethink our dog-plans for the spring?)
He started out with six fish: a betta, an algae-eater, and four mollies. That was Saturday. Sunday, we lost two mollies. Monday, two more mollies. Today, the beloved-betta, Cosmo. Only "Al" remains. Trusty, scum-eating Al.
Brigham's heart breaks a little each time we find one belly-up. He is so vigilant and precise about feeding times and temperatures and water conditions. He watches his fish all day. I'm on a mission to solve the mystery of the dying fish. What, or who, is killing these innocent fish (Lincoln was guilty of manslaughter with one molly)? Learning about death is natural, healthy. But death after death after death is a little more than a sweet ten year-old heart can handle!
That's our first trauma.
Second? Christmas cards.
My laws, what am I going to do? They've sat here, label-less for over two weeks! Have you ever re-read your Christmas card and wished you could start over? I would dispose of the letter and just send our pictures, but, unfortunately all the envelopes are SEALED! Blah. Double-blah.
Is it totally ridiculous to send a Christmas card THIS LATE? I feel foolish. What should I do, bag it 'til next year? Ben will REALLY love that. All his efforts creating a Christmas-card-folding-and-stuffing-assembly-line with the kids would be in vain! Sometimes I'm so indecisive I drive myself CRAZY! This leaves us with mystery #2: will you, or will you NOT receive your Carter Christmas letter this year?
Hah, I know you're all eagerly clamoring by your mailboxes, because this IS a pretty important piece of mail. So important, in fact, that it's the only reason I've bought stamps the ENTIRE year. That's BIG.
(The more I think about it, the more I realize I should be counting my blessings that my worries consist of unsent-Christmas cards and a fish epidemic. Believe me, I am VERY grateful.)