Amber is one; Mr. Piggy is dead

So yesterday was my daughter's first birthday. We had a few friends and relatives over. I went out and got pizza. Liz made her world-famous li'l wieners in grape jelly & cocktail sauce (don't knock it, they're yummy). JE played with the other kids, including a game of hide & seek where him and another boy hid really well under one of the beds, and no-one could find them, because there is a divider under that bed which means you can only see one half of the floor underneath the bed. JE and is cousin fed Mr. Piggy, and fed him, and fed him, and by the time the party was winding up Mr. Piggy wasn't looking too good. A couple of the guests commented that he was sitting on the gravel at the bottom of the tank. Did I mention he was all alone after Mr. Whacko went belly up? Then someone mentioned about the kids feeding him, and I noticed flakes of food sitting in the bottom of the tank, and that was a sure sign something was wrong; Mr. Piggy never leaves food behind, and I do mean never. The kids must have given him a ton of food for him to not be able to eat it all.

JE & Amber spent the night with the in-laws. I was gonna bitch about the FIL but I figure he's our problem...although I will say what is up with people who love to dish it out but can't take it? Ok, so I guess I will bitch about the FIL. He went to try one of Liz's world-famous li'l wieners (you know the rest) and asked if they're spicy. Knowing he can't handle spicy food, I of course replied "oh yes, they are." He looks at me and says, "It's not nice to lie." Never mind that this is how he jokes, by lying to you, then when you get upset he will act all indignant and say "I was only joking." Nope, there is no "practice what you preach" with the FIL.

Anyway, the kids went to the in-laws for the evening, and sometime last night I went downstairs and saw Mr. Piggy lying upside down on the bottom of the tank. This morning, he was floating belly-up, so I scooped him out, bagged him, and tossed him in the trash.

I'm planning to get half a dozen or so Tetras, but to do that I need to get a heater, because Tetras like warmer water. Tetras are also smaller (like a maximum of 1.5" long) so I can put more of them in the tank, and they don't produce as much waste/ammonia/nitrates etc as Mr. Piggy would.

Having the day to ourselves today, Liz and I went and saw the Doom movie, with WWE's The Rock. It was not an Oscar winning movie, but I didn't expect it to be, and because I didn't have high expectations for it, I enjoyed it. Liz enjoyed it too, except for the wanker behind us who started talking to his buddy, and Liz told him to shut up (yeah, she said shut up). He obviously thought he was Stone Cold Steve Austin, because he says, "What?" Liz says, "You heard me." He says, "What?" Liz says, "Shut the f**k up!" (yeah, she said that too). The guy says, "What?" but I also hear his buddy saying to him, real quiet, "Dude, shut up," and he finally does, and we were able to enjoy the rest of the movie.

We had dim sum for lunch, or yum cha, depending on which part of China you come from (both are equally yummy), then later we joined Liz's parents for dinner and pigged out again. I am stuffed!

Good night, all.