whosinpower
11/02/2007, 02:20 PM
Thought you might be interested in the goings on of my saltwater adventure, such as it is.
"Hey luv, just LOOK at these guys. Aren't Oscar and Lulu just the most adorable fish you have ever seen?" My newest acquisitions are a mated pair of clownfish.
Hubby looked at me with a look of horror and amazement at the same time. " Oscar and Lulu? You named the fish?"
"No. I did not name the fish. I asked Dad to name the fish - and those are the names he picked and that is what we are going to call them."
"They look the same - how can you even tell them apart?" he asked rather sarcastically.
"Lulu is the female, and Oscar is the male. The females are always bigger, but the males seem to be bolder. See?" I asked while pointing to them, and Oscar came up to the glass to investigate my finger. I went on to explain clownfish behaviour, how shocked I was the first morning I checked the tank to find them both laying flat on their sides on the sand.....sleeping....how they are sexless until.......it was at this point that hubbie had enough.
He jumped off the sofa, threw up his hands and yelled at me.
"GET A LIFE! MY GAWD....THEY ARE FISH!!! IT IS PATHETIC, YOUR PATHETIC, and then he muttered something to himself about naming fish......Oscar and lulu....snail poop....oh she has to siphon out the poop, wouldn't want Oscar and lulu to sleep in snail poop.......... Oh my gawd" and then he stormed up the stairs.
Yep. Some people can view aquariums for hours and state how calming they are, how much they enjoy watching the fish and corals....but I think I drove poor old husband over the edge......not good for someone with a heart condition and has been in and out of hospital more times than I care to admit.
Note to self - in future keep obsessions under tight wraps so people will not see you are a total nutcase. Book appointment to psychiatrist to begin therapy and begin going to AA meetings. (aquarist anonymous) And finally....under NO circumstances, whatever I do, do NOT tell hubbie what the big green bottles in the fridge are for.
P.S. The path to healing is to freely admit one has a problem. I have a problem. There! Did it. I admitted it. Course.....admitting it via email to someone who often answers to the name of guppygodfather.....hmmmmm.....did that count?
"Hey luv, just LOOK at these guys. Aren't Oscar and Lulu just the most adorable fish you have ever seen?" My newest acquisitions are a mated pair of clownfish.
Hubby looked at me with a look of horror and amazement at the same time. " Oscar and Lulu? You named the fish?"
"No. I did not name the fish. I asked Dad to name the fish - and those are the names he picked and that is what we are going to call them."
"They look the same - how can you even tell them apart?" he asked rather sarcastically.
"Lulu is the female, and Oscar is the male. The females are always bigger, but the males seem to be bolder. See?" I asked while pointing to them, and Oscar came up to the glass to investigate my finger. I went on to explain clownfish behaviour, how shocked I was the first morning I checked the tank to find them both laying flat on their sides on the sand.....sleeping....how they are sexless until.......it was at this point that hubbie had enough.
He jumped off the sofa, threw up his hands and yelled at me.
"GET A LIFE! MY GAWD....THEY ARE FISH!!! IT IS PATHETIC, YOUR PATHETIC, and then he muttered something to himself about naming fish......Oscar and lulu....snail poop....oh she has to siphon out the poop, wouldn't want Oscar and lulu to sleep in snail poop.......... Oh my gawd" and then he stormed up the stairs.
Yep. Some people can view aquariums for hours and state how calming they are, how much they enjoy watching the fish and corals....but I think I drove poor old husband over the edge......not good for someone with a heart condition and has been in and out of hospital more times than I care to admit.
Note to self - in future keep obsessions under tight wraps so people will not see you are a total nutcase. Book appointment to psychiatrist to begin therapy and begin going to AA meetings. (aquarist anonymous) And finally....under NO circumstances, whatever I do, do NOT tell hubbie what the big green bottles in the fridge are for.
P.S. The path to healing is to freely admit one has a problem. I have a problem. There! Did it. I admitted it. Course.....admitting it via email to someone who often answers to the name of guppygodfather.....hmmmmm.....did that count?