Speaking of guys in tanks (non-army), I know it's not very clever, but I can't help but think of my house as my fish tank I swim around in. Especially with the glass sides.
Tables are rocks; bookcases, plants. Cats are snails. Beer is oxygen. I know, it's a sparkling analogy. I just woke up.
I was thinking tho, with all this fish talk, "I don't have any fish." Then this voice, Paul B maybe, or god or something, said, "You".
That part happened. And looked right.
Wonder what fish MJ would be.
Now, if I could think of something really cool and beautiful, knew that name of such a fish, I could say, "Honey, you are the ____________ of my tank."
("You're always thinking, Butch; always thinkin.") But she would immediately Know, as she being that teacher and "mine" for 23 years, she would immediately Know I "had help". |
