I think I need this blog back. I think our last post, which was (almost) a year ago almost killed this blog. Rachel I don’t want to blame you, but I will.
Girls? Can we do this again? Just for fun? Here’s a picture to start things off:
It’s us at the Zoo! Minus Amy, plus Vanessa. I love you girls.
Hey! We haven’t done one of these post thingies in a while. I saw this pic and was like “Melissa!” But it’s not Melissa, it just reminded me of her, because I totally forgot that chick existed.
Anyhoo, in high school Melissa won a goldfish from the Woodland Fair and named it Sid Vicious, because she’s cool like that. And that damn goldfish grew to be the size of a medium potato. Yeah, Sid was fat, but he lived a long life. I’m pretty sure he’s dead now.
Now you know the story of Sid Vicious, the goldfish.
(ahem… Sid is still very much alive)
His name is Sid Fishious, he’s super alive and lives with Patrick and Anna in Santa Rosa. When I went off to college he became suicidal and jumped from his tank three or four different times. My Dad would come home from lunch, find Sid squirming on the ground, put him back in the tank and glide him back and forth until he would start swimming on his own again. I think he’ll live for another 11 years, once he turns 22 I plan to mail him some fish food laced with heroin and see what happens. (Mel)