Dennis & Aimee's Big Gay Paris Adventure

This morning when I came in to work after a relaxing weekend, I fed the fish as usual, and noticed that one was missing. A quick search of my desktop showed a dried up husk of a fish. Jumped right out of the tank. It was one of the parents, I think Stanley, though I dind't want to look at him for too long because he was sad and crusty and sunken-eyed. Poor guy. I guess the babies are going to have to take the place of dad, now. *woe*

--Aimee