It is with sadness that I report our first tank casualty. One of our Otocincluses was found dead this morning during feeding time. Cause unclear. I suspect the pump, because it was stuck in the intake grill area. However, it could just be coincidental, and not the cause of death.
After informing the Linguist, we netted it out and said goodbye.
Yarrr, matey!
— the Comic, whilst wearing a napkin on her head
note to self: when changing the tank water, remember to fill the filter chamber again so that it will run. Otherwise it will just suck air. Not so useful.
And again, another morning of waking up after 7AM. I’m all confused. Also I worked yesterday, so I’m all mixed up as to what day it is.
Hears about friendfeed on net@nite, thinking, hey, that’s interesting. Then discovered that I’m already using the FB app. Talk about ironic.
We hope Thea? Why does it say we hope Thea? That doesn’t make sense… (Read the whole thing, kiddo…) We hope Thea will join us on March… OHHH!
— the Linguist - writing her party invitations
Oh for goodness sakes, you can get on my boat!
— the Comic, quoting Tasha from Backyardigans
How was that, did I do it? Do I get my prize now? A hug and a kiss?
— the Linguist, practicing piano
