Blue
On Tuesday night, I brought home a blue Betta fish from a local pet store, a surprise for me and my husband, Chris.
I think he's a he, and his name is Blue. Not Blu. Not Bleu. Not Bloo nor Blou. Blue. It's an obvious and direct name. Blue is electric-blue just like the cute fish above and, after giving this name some serious thought, we realized that it was right up our humor alley.
Blue is easy for others to remember as well.
"Hey, Deb. What's your fish's name-"
A look at Blue and his blue-topped home will serve as immediate reminders.
"Oh, wait! I remember. Blue!"
Yes. Yes, you idiot.
Next up, the poetic coochie-coos.
"Oh, Blue! How cutesywutesydutesyfutesybluetesy are you?"
OK. So maybe the poetic coochie-coos won't come. Or maybe they will and I'll do away with them with my nightstick. The point is that I've made it abundantly clear what our fish's name is and all without saying so. Blue is beautiful and he means something to us, even if he won't go for a walk or sit on top of the refrigerator. He can't leave his water because he'll pretty much die. But we're very satisfied with the many basic joys he brings us.
Take yesterday morning, for example, when Blue kissed my index finger. I decided to play with him and stuck my index finger into what could've been fish-poop water, and the little guy came right up to me. He didn't have a titty-attack. He didn't flee the scene, hiding behind his plastic coral. No, he came right up to my finger and kissed it.
Well, either that or he was really hungry and was blub-blubbing my finger. Regardless, it tickled and brought fuzzy-wuzzies to my heart.
Then tonight, Chris came home from work and found the fish "sleeping".
"Blue? Uh, Blue?"
He gently tapped on the clear plastic walls of Blue's mini-tank until he was stirred awake, the fish quickly swimming up as far as he could possibly go to meet with Chris.
"He was so cute, Deb," Chris told me later. "Blue reminded me so much of you when I try to wake you up early in the morning-"
"Ass."
Blue was the first fish to swim right up to me at the pet shop. He looked tired compared to his active and social Betta friends. The rich blue color of his tiny tank lid was the opposite of the happy pinks, yellows and greens that surrounded him on the counter. But I took his eagerness to meet me as a sign and transferred him to the cashier. I've grown up with fish before, and he cost $10 including his tank. More importantly, he felt like our Betta. Chris and Deb's Betta. Blue was exactly the low-maintenance, step-one kind of surprise that would bring a huge smile to my husband's face, too. (Told you that I'm full of surprises!) And he would make a great companion for the dog we'll be welcoming to our home in the Spring.
Blue is our first permanent pet.
Welcome home, fish.
Hi Deb, in Australia, "blue" is a nickname for someone with red hair. We nominated you for a Kreative Blogger Award!
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Ha ha! In that case, I'll make you (even other Australians) the exception to this rule. You can call him 'Red'.
Thank you very much for the nomination
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I love love love it blue earthy color pretty ,yet electric fun yet love it when chris said it reminded him of you Great!!!!!!!!!
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