Fish are friends. Not food.

[Underdog]

Howdy! Look at all these nice fishes and sharks swimming in my little coven today!

I was sitting here having a chat yesterday when Mr. W. called. Our convo was completely sports oriented. Note to me: When did this happen? I'm getting a little turned on...

"Bets, can you believe what happened to Peyton Manning? This is awful. I'll bet your sister and H are totally disappointed." (Note to self, he actually seems to care about others.)

Then we discussed what was happening with Carolina and the Eagles (thank God the Eagles lost... or my parents would have been crying for weeks, and I would have had to hear about it for a few centuries).

This is a topic that I enjoy. That was it--I guess I must have paused (probably from shock) and he asked to speak to D9. Then he hung up.

Meredith, I surmised the same thing that you elaborated so well in fish speak. Plus, I think he's missing me while watching all these sporting events. He did mention the day after last year's Superbowl that he had a miserable day...

You know, who else would be lucky enough to have a W who knows the channel lineup numbers for every sporting event?

I agree, he tends to move things along at a snail's pace (or the lesser moving coral). I would LOVE to ask him why on earth it is necessary to remain swimming, perfectly still. There are no sharks in his piece of the ocean (I'm taking D9's word for this--nobody enters the Bat Cave).

One day, I might get the answer to this unnerving question. He appears to be surfacing for air a little longer each time, so I will mark this as progress.

As long as I remain a completely nice, fish-sober shark, I think I might find out sometime soon. My horoscope indicates that something surprising but good is going to happen to me today...

I'll let you know if and when it does.

Just keep swimming, just keep swimming!

Bruce (I mean Betsey--or am I Dame Edna? Thrust, thrust, thrust those gladiolas!)