At least it isn't Rock Lobster.

I had this great idea that maybe we would get Hannah a pet for Christmas. Some fish or something like that. Well, some fish. I thought, she (and I) might need to practice taking care of something that doesn't whine when it's hungry or neglected. I got the idea to paint some pet rocks and put them in a bowl. I even took a little bottle and put pebbles in it to shake over as rock food.


We were going to practice taking care of the rocks until we got into a groove and were ready for live little creatures. Well. I'm bad. My droopy plants should have been a clue that this little rock collection would be collecting dust. Ah, well, at least we found out we (I) weren't ready for new pets before we had to have fishy funerals.