Cleaning the fishes

OK, now I am at the stage where the parent has to pick up after their kids. Yep, I'll be doing this for another 30 years, just like my Dad, and his Dad and his Dad and so on.

I mean, look at this. In less than 24 hours,
they have psychologically made the fishes
really want to die.

And so, I had to clean the tanks. What I did was
to kidnap the kitchen's measuring jug and fill it
with clean chlorine water and leave it for a day
so that the chlorine in the water would not piss
the fishes. Letting the fishes swim in chlorinated
water is like us breathing in teargas.

So, in order to break this trend
earlier, I got Kristine to clean
the tank instead. I am so clever!
Ha ha ha ha.

So, I got her to scoop one of the fish out and into
the measuring jug. It is not a good idea to put the
two of them together. There will be lots of blood
from the fight and I do not want to scar her for
Life . . . . yet.

Now, after the water change, Kristine has to put two
fishes back into the tank. There, now she can do this
all by herself. I am such a clever clever person!

Or so I thought. Now I have to still clean up after her as she spilled water all over the place instead. And I still have to wash the measuring jug, the sieve, the table cloth, the floor, the chair..............

The Black Hole

Just like a Black Hole, it sucks everything in.
It is fun to drop stuff like bits of toilet paper,
food, dandruff and so on just to see it sucked
into the pipe. I would like to try urinating but
its not a good idea

Because we're using the water to flush the toilet,
clean our hands and so on.

Remote Control Damage

While I was at blueyebabe's place, I tried taking photos of her *ahem* but it was too much problem. So, I tried using some furniture as tripod and the Infra-red remote control which I discovered, was working perfectly like a dead brick. In the end, I had to use timed shutter release to shoot her *ahem*. She was so pleased with my result that she fondled my thing again and again until I felt jealous for being left out. And so, I took back my Nikon D50 and kept it safe inside the soft, warm folds of my bag.

But the RM50.00 question is, why did this
little thing failed to perform in blueyebabe's
hands. I mean, it was solid and hard but it
just failed to get my thing to start shooting.

And so, I pried its skin away, to reveal the
sensitive parts under it.

And after a bit of action with the screwing, I
finally realised why. Because its supposed to
be small and compact, which is great for the
hands, its also very fragile. So, do not keep it
in a place where there is a lot of pressure from
other jealous items. And its not even a good
idea to keep them under a tyre eventhough its
a one of the most safest place from thieves.

Its cracked. The damage is consistent with rough
handling or actions inside the pocket. And so, as
it is, it cannot be rescued and until a much later
time, where I will have some extra cash to get a
new one. In the meantime, I will just have to use
my fingers when I need to shoot my thing.

Just look at all the sexy little things in
there when I stripped it bare naked.