owen brought home a pet fish from preschool. he named it snake. i like it. - the name. not the fish.
we're not pet people.
i'm sure that comes as a big surprise, since most people this warm and sensitive usually are. but we're not, and we really shouldn't be. - the running tally of pets winding up dead under mine or my family's care is somewhere in the high teens.
sad, i know.
the poor iguana even, that wasn't ours to begin with ended up dead on our watch. i'm pretty sure we're cursed.
we're betting on who kills snake first. my money's on elliot.