Weekend outing

Via the ever-amusing mimi smartypants, a trash-talking trip to the aquarium . . .

Hey, catfish, Sylvia Plath called: she wants her depression back. Snap out of it, sad sack. I didn't pay seventeen bucks to watch some half fish/half cat have a nervous breakdown. Been there, done that, fish.

With photos of the offending critters, of course. tee hee.