Please bow your head in a moment of silent prayer. Lovegirl’s fish, Flippy Oswalt, has swum his last lap. He has gone on to that giant fishbowl in the sky – where fish no longer fight, but live in perfect harmony.
Yup, I went to feed Flippy Oswalt last night, thought he looked a little “off”, tapped the bowl and realized he was a goner.
Now, who’s going to tell Lovegirl? My genius plan? Leave him in the bowl and let Smoochy deal with this life lesson when he gets home on Saturday. Any other ideas?
RIP Flippy Oswalt – hardly we knew ye!