My lovely Cubical Santa gifted me a cute little fish that I can't kill even if I tried! What my Santa didn't know is I have a long and weary past full of sad little dead fish with adorable names that where taken from me far too soon. Especially, Francis. He jumped out of his tank (I kid you not) onto the floor of my kitchen. Thankfully, this little fish can't commit fishy suicide.

Thank you, Santa! I looks super adorable in my office (though my cats were sad to see it go. It was like cat TV.)