A Reef Freak Speaks
- More Fish Crazies =)
by bullwnkl-at-christos.umd.edu (Jodi Giannini) (24 May 93)
by bullwnkl-at-christos.umd.edu (Jodi Giannini)
Date: 24 May 93
I'd rather wash 50 pounds of gravel, dolomite, oolite, or sand than
do one load of wash.
My husband is suspicious of chinese take-out boxes now, because the
last one was full of worms for the fish.
All hell breaks loose if I spill my soda on the carpet, but the
20 gallons of water that sloshed out during tank cleaning are cheerfully
I don't get tennis elbow, I get "bucket arm."
I have enough washers, tubing, uplift tubes, tees, clamps and pvc pipe
lying around so that strangers think I'm a professional plumber.
Who needs Elmer's glue--everything in the house is held together by
I can't wash the dishes because there's driftwood soaking in the sink.
I buy terra cotta pots for my fish, not for my plants. Ditto for peat
Having waterlogged fingers doesn't bother me--it's just it's tough explaining
why my dishpan hands go all the way to the shoulder.
Every article of clothing I own has a fish motif on it.
It's not embarrassing anymore to be caught hugging my aquarium.
--Jodi "Tank You!" Giannini