potatoes and ... fish?

Saturday was a great day. All day friday i was thinking to myself that i wish i could just have a day where i stayed at home and did whatever i wanted aaaaaaallllll daaaaaay loooooong...

well, saturday rolled around... and as my alarm went off to get up for my financial class, I made an executive decision. If i didn't go to class, i wouldn't have to leave the house aaaaaaallllll daaaaaay loooooong.

So, go i did not.

After crawling out from under the 4 or so blankets i had on, i trodded downstairs and turned on the tv. I decided to wait for my dad to get up and then see if he wanted to make breakfast with me since my mom was gone and we were the only two left at home.

Turned out, he did want to make breakfast. So I got some potatoes and started cutting them up. We were going to reheat some leftover waffles that we had frozen from earlier in the week and have eggs as well. Poached eggs none the less.

As I was cutting up onions to put in with the potatoes, my dad walked in the kitchen with an opaqueish grocery bag and some sort of meat in it. He's like, "oh here we go, let's have fish too."

Hmmm... I looked down at the bag and wondered why in the world he would store a fish in a grocery bag. I mean, of all things! Like, there is a such thing as ziploc bags and there's that thing we call CLEANLINESS. If you only knew my dad, you would know that he never does anything half way. to see this brightly colored fish's scales showing through the bag, I had no idea what to even think.

I was at. a. loss. for words.

But I managed to finally ask why the fish was so bright... and he told me that he just scooped it out of the fish tank.

OHHHHHHHHH! Now it all made sense. We have these ginormous goldfish that we have actually had in the tank for the last 8 years... i'm sure they are at least a few years older than that. and they are a good 8-10 inches long. not including the fins and tail.


Apparently an opaqueish grocery bag is a coffin fit for a gold fish. Goldie (which was not it's real name as the fish did not actually bear a name due to some unfortunate circumstances surrounding how the fish were obtained and a series of events that caused me to hate them deeply for a long time) would not have fit down the toilet hole... so to the dumpster he went.

You'll be glad to know that the landfill will indeed be the fish's final resting place, as we did not eat it...