Fish fish.

So we went to the Monroe County fair yesterday. We saw booths of crafty things and prize-winning flowers, as well as ate big slices of pizza. (see fig. 1)

Fig.1: Pizza.

Also, we played the game where you try to throw a ping pong ball into the glass jars. We bought 35 balls and failed. But the carney guy apparently felt bad for us (after buying 35 balls) and gave us a prize goldfish anyway. So... sweet? I guess? After careful deliberation, we decided to name him "Bubs," which is short for "Bubbles," (which are in Amy's top five things of all time.) (See fig. 2)

Fig. 2: Bubs.

So he survived the night in the largest container we could find in the apartment (a pickle jar) so we thought he earned a real place to live and decided to make a trip to the lovely neighborhood Wal-Mart for a small fishtank. And maybe a friend too. Goldfish are social, (according to Wikipedia.)

Thus follows our trip(s) to Wal-Mart:

1. Went to Wal-Mart, got a small tank and another goldfish. He/she is pretty sweet. Lighter in color, poops all the time, but whatev. His name is "Lumos."
2. Came home, realized that pretty much every piece of the tank we bought was broken.
3. Went back to Wal-Mart, returned the broken tank, got a new one.
4. Came back home, started putting the tank together, realized that it was missing a plastic tube. The plastic tube that provides air, and pretty much stops the fish from being upside-down-fish.
5. Went back to freakin Wal-Mart, returned and got a new tank and grumped at everyone in our way.

So finally, a good tank. Now we gots fish. w00t!