I forgot to mention how my week started, and it’s worth a backtrack because I am certain it was a sign.

We have two betas in our room: Moe and Zoe. No, wait, Moe and Chloe, because Zoe died last year. Anyway.

When I came in on Monday, I was already angst about my job, the fact it was Monday, etc, etc. I had been in the room for a few minutes, got up from my desk to go to my coteacher’s desk and saw something on the floor. My first thought was “Ugh, cat poop.” My second thought was “Wait, we don’t HAVE a cat in school.”

I went closer, totally perplexed by the dark … thing …. on the floor. And then I saw the eye. And then the lips. And then it hit me. Moe had jumped to his death.

I immediately shrieked like a little girl, and then I started to laugh hysterically. And, you would think, those of you that know me in one way or another, that I would’ve said “It’s a SIGN!” But I didn’t, and it TOTALLY WAS. Damn.

Even the fish wanted out. Can I please get pregnant now?