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Bask in the glory.  55 mighty gallons of water, all protected by Iron Man and bubbles coming out of the eyes of skulls.

Oh hell yes, its AT’s new fishtank, and the culmination of my fishtank aspirations.  Simply because anything bigger would be, well, damn expensive.

The cost of this bad boy was offset a bit by that Franklin that MastaG conned Papaw out of, so he paid for a good chunk of it.  Setting it up, well, it was a busy day.

First, I had to work, as is my usual wage slavey wont.  After work, off to Realtorchick’s house to pick up MastaG, where he gets off the bus, on account of if he rides the bus here its like a 50 minute ride, and I wouldn’t want to wish 50 minutes on a 100 degree middle school bus on a dog.  I swung by there, he was working on homework with RC’s kid (can’t remember his super awesome internet name).  I fell asleep to a Pearl Jam concert on the TV (what normally happens to me when I hear Pearl Jam), woke up, went to pick up Pigpen from Eave’s house (I have kids scattered all over this town, lemme tell ya), swung back, got G, and then busted ass out to the east of Knoxville to acquire MastaG’s mighty trombone.

Lemme tell ya, that was an ordeal.  I can’t say I was unprepared for the rush hour traffic, both on the road, and in the unairconditioned music store, but it still had me grinding my teeth.  Still, moods were light (as has been my light-mooded wont lately), and we got the thing.

MastaG’s comment: “What the heck have they been DOING to this thing?  Couldn’t you have gotten me a NEW one?”

My reply: “whack”

So, busted back home, where I had to be on account of my ladyfriend, who happens to be the manager down at the pet store that sold me the fishtank (woot, got a connected ladyfriend), was expecting a tasty filled dinner in exchange for setting the tank up.  And lemme tell ya, she did a damn fine job.  That tank is wicked awesome.

In my defense, dinner was nice too.  There was one weird moment where Pigpen and MastaG decided that they would be Daddy and Pigpen, respectively, looked at me, asked who I was (I decided to be Pootytater, our catfish), and then turned their glance at Ladyfriend.

Pigpen started saying “And you can be M…”, but she jumped in and said “Mailman!  I can be the mailman!”

Whew.  That was almost awkward…

Crisis averted.

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What?  Why are you all looking at me that way?  Is it the fishtank?