1.0Socamomhttps://socamom.com/wEva Wilsonhttps://socamom.com/w/author/socasoca/rich600338<blockquote class="wp-embedded-content" data-secret="MklebqJKzD"><a href="https://socamom.com/w/goodbye-angel-the-fish-funeral/">Goodbye Angel: The Fish Funeral</a></blockquote><iframe sandbox="allow-scripts" security="restricted" src="https://socamom.com/w/goodbye-angel-the-fish-funeral/embed/#?secret=MklebqJKzD" width="600" height="338" title="“Goodbye Angel: The Fish Funeral” — Socamom" data-secret="MklebqJKzD" frameborder="0" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" scrolling="no" class="wp-embedded-content"></iframe><script> /*! This file is auto-generated */ !function(d,l){"use strict";l.querySelector&&d.addEventListener&&"undefined"!=typeof URL&&(d.wp=d.wp||{},d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage||(d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage=function(e){var t=e.data;if((t||t.secret||t.message||t.value)&&!/[^a-zA-Z0-9]/.test(t.secret)){for(var s,r,n,a=l.querySelectorAll('iframe[data-secret="'+t.secret+'"]'),o=l.querySelectorAll('blockquote[data-secret="'+t.secret+'"]'),c=new RegExp("^https?:$","i"),i=0;i<o.length;i++)o[i].style.display="none";for(i=0;i<a.length;i++)s=a[i],e.source===s.contentWindow&&(s.removeAttribute("style"),"height"===t.message?(1e3<(r=parseInt(t.value,10))?r=1e3:~~r<200&&(r=200),s.height=r):"link"===t.message&&(r=new URL(s.getAttribute("src")),n=new URL(t.value),c.test(n.protocol))&&n.host===r.host&&l.activeElement===s&&(d.top.location.href=t.value))}},d.addEventListener("message",d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage,!1),l.addEventListener("DOMContentLoaded",function(){for(var e,t,s=l.querySelectorAll("iframe.wp-embedded-content"),r=0;r<s.length;r++)(t=(e=s[r]).getAttribute("data-secret"))||(t=Math.random().toString(36).substring(2,12),e.src+="#?secret="+t,e.setAttribute("data-secret",t)),e.contentWindow.postMessage({message:"ready",secret:t},"*")},!1)))}(window,document); //# sourceURL=https://socamom.com/w/wp-includes/js/wp-embed.min.js </script> https://socamom.com/w/wp-content/uploads/2013/12/angel_socamom_1.jpg400225Sunrise: September 15, 2013 I’m not sure why, but I didn’t go to church that Sunday. The husband can’t stand it when I don’t go to church, so I think the purchase of not one, but two fish was his way of punishing me – subliminally of course.  I told him I thought that was what he was doing, but he just smiled and went to set up the bowls for each kid. After everything was all set up, I went in to meet and greet the new finned family members… Ashton and Angel.  Ashton was what I expected out of a beta fish. He was a bright, iridescent blue, a strong swimmer with big fancy fins trailing behind him.  Then there was Miss Angel.  She was small.  Really small… and pink… kinda sickly looking if you ask me. But nobody asked me. I didn’t go to church, so I had no say in the purchase. I could have talked her into getting a fish like Mr. Social’s – strong, with flowy fins.  Apparently, the girl fish didn’t come with the fancy fins, and Baby Girl had no intention of having a male roommate again after finally getting Mr. Social out of her room once and for all. For her, Angel was perfect – small and pink. She set her up in her bowl with pink glass marbles on the bottom, and pink plastic seaweed that looked like a tree of sorts.  She imagined that all her fishy little brain could think about was glitter and mirrors.  I mean she was BORN pink – charmed right from the start. Baby girl decided that the perfect place for her was on the powder table. The shiniest spot in her room…. and there was a mirror. Sunset: December 6, 2013 This morning, I awoke to screams…. well… I opened one eye.  Seemed like the usual “daddy did something funny” or “the Cheerios are finally gone so we can have Fruit Loops” kind of screams, so I closed that eye back.  Then Mr. Social comes and jumps on my bed. “Eden’s fish looks like THIS!” **dead fish face**