The One With The Fish

This is not Crenshaw...he wasn't very photogenic.

Two Christmas' ago the BF won a fish during a Dirty Santa party. He wouldn't take it home to his family so Crenshaw lived at my parents house while we both went back to school. My mom complained but she really loved him, and he entertained my dad in the mornings when no one else was awake...he talked to Crenshaw as much as he talks to the dog - and that's a lot. We'll today, (a year and a half after the party) Crenshaw died. Isn't that just the saddest thing!? I think it might be time for a new one...