Because she has developed allergies to all things small and furry she decided that a fish would be just the thing. The perfect occasion came around this weekend as that cute little Possum of ours turned 8 years old.
(8 years?!?! How did that happen?! One day she was our little - if you can call 4,5kg 'little' - bundle that we brought home from hospital, and now she's 8?! Stop growing already. I'm not ready).
Bless her, we'd told her jokingly that her birthday would be celebrated at the time of day of her birth.... but as she was born in a different timezone, we'd have to adjust and move her birthday from 10am to 7pm. She didn't like that idea so her birthday was celebrated from sun up to sun-down yesterday.
Highlight? One of them was going to the aquarium shop. We had to make important decisions about the kind of fish we want, cold water/tropical, freshwater/saltwater, and then we picked them a home. Here it is:
Complete with a ship wreck.
Now we have to prepare the water with bacteria (yuck) to make it inhabitable.
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