my goldfish died today.
on their way in today, my dad shouted, "i'm going to be rich!" i glanced at the still totaled Lexus in our driveway, and then looked at my mom.
"he stepped in dog shit today. and none of the garages will look at our car. no one's willing to fix it."
he'd bought the Lexus with his first big paycheck from the software company he'd worked for 10 years ago. since then that company has gone under because the base of their product had been stolen from a rival company.
great weather today, though.
it's time for the holidays.
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