Update from my desk

[trystinn]

Sitting at my desk, which is behind two interior windows - odd I know, but hey, it draws light into the living room so I don't complain. Weird, though. Except today's view has changed. Usually I sit at my desk, possibly watch tv through the entryway into the living room, pet a dog (or three) and scream obscenities at iTunes/iPod. The view hasn't changed much this year, though thanks to some late midsummer's furniture re-arranging I now look at a different side of the sofa. Shiney!

Painting - check
DVD cabinet - check
Coffee table - check
Insalely cute fraggle rabbits - check, check, check
Oversized TV hubby just "had" to have - check
Goofy lamp my mother bought us - check
50 gallon fish tank - wha?

See, we didn't have fish before this. Didn't. Didn't have fish when I left for work, certainly didn't have a 50 gallon fish tank before, either. So essentially, a tank is now in a spot where a tank has no earthly business being - i.e. in my direct line of sight. In the living room. And apparently has a fish known as a dragonfish in it. And it apparently needs cleaning. Which at this point in my life is one of the two most important questions I ask when confronted with new pets - do I have to feed it? do I have to clean up after it?

I am somewhat comforted by the thought that Douglas Adams would understand my dilemma.

*blink*blink*

Update: There is no possible way on earth I'm putting that slime-dwelling monster in my ear. Fricking wackadoos, the lot of you.