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Just got done with the fish fry. I did not win any of the fish, but two of the fish went to people who actually listened to me when I told them that the vase setup would kill their fish. It's kind of a relief. The third fish went to a woman who wants to put it in her bathroom. She wanted it the way it was; the fish be damned. So sad. Barb decided to keep hers here at work. I'm glad because she got the one I wanted. It's red with white on the tips of it's fins. I named it Loki, but I said if she didn't like the name, she could change it. The planners of the fish fry had named it Freida, but what kind of a name is that for a male fish?

So I'm going to divvy up my Betta Bites and my brine shrimp and bring it in for the two other ladies. There's way too much in either container for one fish for its entire lifetime.

I had to apologize to Michelle. I think I had insulted her when I was explaining that the vase setups were not ideal for the fish. She said she'd had one for a week and that it was doing fine. I approached her later when she was alone. I gave her an article I printed out from healthybetta.com and explained that I just wanted to make sure that her pet didn't die. I really like Michelle and we seem to be on good terms now.

I'm afraid I often come off sounding like a know-it-all bitch to many of the people I work with. But I think that's because I don't talk about stuff I know nothing about. I actually do some research before buying things. I think that makes a lot of people resistant to taking advice from me. Or maybe I'm just an ego-maniac and they're all right about me. How am I supposed to know? I'm just too close to the situation.

O.K. Enough about the fish.

So I go into the ladies' restroom today because I really had to go (why else would I go in there?), and there's two men repairing a hole that's been in the floor for, like, three years. So I decide that since I live nearby I'll just run home and use the toilet there. So I tell my boss I'm going to run out (and why) and I get into my car and it doesn't start. At all. No beeps, clicks, whirrs, lights, nothing. So I come back upstairs and call Justin because it's his day off and he works at a car shop. I ask him what I should do and he says to call a tow truck. I ask him how much that would cost and he tells me he thinks it costs $35. I tell him I don't have $35 and he says that I also didn't write him a check for rent. Thinking I can kill two birds with one stone, I ask him to come get me (that way I can use the toilet and write him a check). He says it's going to take a while because he's not dressed yet. Annissa simmers. I'm having a potty emergency and he can't even put on a pair of pants! So I tell him not to worry about it. After all, I drove a combine and had to hold it for 13-14 hours every day. I'll survive. But I'm upset. He asks me what I want him to do. And I tell him to please take care of it. He's not happy about it, but he agrees. So an hour later he comes by and he's kinda ticked. He says he went and bought a new battery, but when he got here he started up my car and it works fine. He did it three more times and every time it started up just fine. He can't possibly think I made it up. I'm not that kind of girl. So I invited him to stay for lunch, but he doesn't. He goes and gets the battery and puts it in my trunk and takes off. I'm annoyed that he's annoyed. So I'll get home in two and a half hours and we can be annoyed together.

Stauche and Crystal's visit last night was fun. I love when they come to town. :) They should be back on Sunday and I promised Stauche a raspberry cobbler. Stauche and Justin seem pretty excited about it.