Right Place at the Right Time

Last week, my kids decided they really needed another pet. I said no way to hamster, lizard, turtle, rabbit, and parrot. Finally we found one we could agree on: fish. I can handle fish. In fact, our last goldfish (Nemo) lived for a full 2 years. So on Thursday afternoon we loaded in the car and took off for the pet store in Payson. We drove back and forth about 5 times, but couldn't see it. So I decided to run into my vet (which is located right next to where I thought the pet store was) to ask what I was doing wrong. They basically told me "right location, wrong year". The pet store is now a Mexican restaurant. So I was asking where the next best place is to buy goldfish. They don't have fish at the wal-mart in Payson either. I was going to have to drive all the way to Provo. For a fish. But it just so happens that there was a nice couple in there to pick up their dog, and they said " We have a huge fish tank and they breed, so we have lots of fish. We'll just give you some fish." I took my four kids and followed some complete strangers to their house. Good idea, right? I figured if they were crazy murderers, at least we'd die together. And James could spend the rest of his life trying to avenge us. So we went to their house, and sure enough their fish tank was about the size of the island in my kitchen, and it was filled with fish. They scooped out three, put them in a large ziploc bag, and said "call us when you need more". So not only did I get free fish once, if I want I can have a lifetime supply.

In case you're wondering, fish don't breed in fish bowls. They have to have a large space. So I shouldn't have any little fish babies on my hands. How lucky is that, that those crazy fish breeders just happened to be in the vet at the same time as me? I have so much bad luck, that I have to really celebrate the good luck that comes my way. Yay for free fish!