Fish, Football, and Flip Flops

Last week I decided it was time for a new pet. Previously we had a very cute hamster by the name of Artur (pronounced R-Tour, it's from Robert Jordan, yes we are geeks) but he passed a way. Artur's death was traumatic, he took a very long time to die and I really wanted to put him to sleep but Eric said "NO!" because he only cost $6. Since then I decided I would never get another pet that I could not put to sleep when its time came, so we got a fish because at least I can flush it down the toilet. So, the fish's name is Vincent Simon III and no we have not had two other fish by that name. Eric is obsessed with naming things "the Third" and I am hoping that by naming the fish Vincent Simon III he will get it out of his system and I won't end up with "the Third" tacked on to the end of my children's names.

Football season has started and between BYU football (I hate BYU) school and studying for the LSAT my husband has no time to wait on me anymore. This is a big trial for me, I am not adjusting well and plus it scares me when he yells at the TV.

I have officially lost half of my favorite pair of flip flops. I wore them home from my grandparents over a month ago and now I can't find the left shoe. (yes mom I am sure, because they are brown and I wore them with a black shirt home and was embarrassed by the fact that I did not match and yes mom I have looked again the shoe is gone).