Nobody likes a dead fish.

Right after posting my latest blog about Ryan's birthday, I went into the living room to feed our new fish.

He was dead.

So Ryan and I returned him (you can do that I guess), got a refund, and got a new fish from a different pet store.

Meet Pat.

He's red, white, and blue, so obviously he needed a patriotic name (get it?).

Hopefully this one lasts longer than the other.  So far, he's winning.