Okay, now I'm offended. I mean, the hat's not daft, but I never have such an insipid smile on my face...This guy pretty much reminds me of whatjjohnwm would look like as he trundles off into the Canadian wilderness in -30°C temps, after all, he does have a penchant for daft hats!! Lol.
That is the exact smile I envisage you'd have on your face if you ever came across one of those old diver bubble guys that you used to have. And maybe a few tears streaming down your rosy cheeks too!! Lol.but I never have such an insipid smile on my face...![]()
Lol, tears would be reserved for finding that actual ornament which has likely been melted down and recycled into some forgettable piece of Dollarama kitchenware or maybe a polyester fleece sweater.That is the exact smile I envisage you'd have on your face if you ever came across one of those old diver bubble guys that you used to have. And maybe a few tears streaming down your rosy cheeks too!! Lol.
That's exactly why I'm here John....for you buddy....when you most need a shoulder to cry on, old Esox is close by to soak up any lingering past devastation you care to unburden yourself with!Ya know...I'm starting to think that it was a mistake to confide in you about that thing...![]()
Whew! That's a relief; I was afraid I had bared my soul to the wrong person....That's exactly why I'm here John....for you buddy....when you most need a shoulder to cry on, old Esox is close by to soak up any lingering past devastation you care to unburden yourself with!
At the time you were spilling your guts regarding that stupid, cheap, pointless, worthless, broken plastic diver thingy you most cherished, I could feel the utter helplessness oozing from every letter you clumsily typed with those big fat sausages fingers of yours!
I was with you in that moment my friend, and tears were streaming down my face too, though that was through belly laughing too much!
And once you've unburdened yourself you know for sure that old Esox will never ever darken your door with repeated, tortuous reminders of the hell you had to endure!
Lol, I'm belly laughing again now!!
All I have to say is: smh (for whoever doesn't know what that means, it mean "shaking my head") LOLWhew! That's a relief; I was afraid I had bared my soul to the wrong person....
I've explained this to you before, but I will repeat here: I only miss that diver because of its connection to my long-ago first tank. I know it was tacky! I kept it going because my wife hated it! To her it was a tasteless piece of plastic; to me it was a tangible link with the past and brought back all sorts of wonderful memories. My big mistake was removing it and setting it aside when re-doing a tank. I should have either put it immediately into another tank, or at least hidden it away in a drawer or box. When the heartless harpy chanced upon the poor little guy in the open, vulnerable and helpless...he was doomed!
But I have other ways to torment her. I use a large number of concrete drainage-pipe sections in various tanks as caves and hides; she hates those. I encourage snails in all my tanks; she abhors snails. I have a cool DIY ornament made of a Grolsch beer bottle, siliconed at a jaunty angle on a piece of ceramic tile and with a hole cunningly drilled in the bottom to which I run an airline. The tile is buried in the substrate...the airline is hooked up...and the Grolsch bottle bubbles merrily, 24/7 nonstop; she detests that. And, of course, I have several carefully cleaned animal skulls...a couple of antlered deer, a coyote, a shed antler...in various tanks as keynote decor pieces; she positively loathes those.
So, even without the diver...I'm good to go!![]()
Good idea! Give your head a good shake...All I have to say is: smh (for whoever doesn't know what that means, it mean "shaking my head") LOL