You will be missed, Jim Day

This weekend we both found ourselves with a Sunday off with no plans.  Of course, this was due to the schedule changes with the kiddos here, but still.  Its an unusual thing.  It was hot as hell but we decided to venture out and experience a summer tradition around here that we missed all last summer - the church festival.  Every church/school festival I've ever experienced was cake walks and homemade ring tosses.  Not this one.  Think beer, gambling, rides, fun!  And it was fun.  But did I mention it was hot as hell?  We stayed long enough to get airbrushed tats, face painting and a couple of kiddie rides before we bailed for air conditioning and drinks.  And food, we had to feed the kids, duh!

Before we left, Bay did a fish bowl toss and won a fish.  Oh.  Goodie.  Sense my enthusiasm, as I am sure it is radiating from my fingertips.  We don't do pets so well in our family.  Haven't had one in awhile, definitely not since we moved here.  So sure.  A fish can't be THAT bad, can it?  The festival booth did the smart thing.  Instead of handing out actual baggies with fish in them, they gave out certificates to the pet store.  Today the kids went and picked out the fish and fish trimmings (that sounds wrong, doesn't it?) and proudly brought the new fish home.  A name had been picked out already - Jim Day.  Those of you that don't live in this area have no clue who Jim Day is, but he is a Fox sports analyst who does the Reds Live show pre and post game.  Bay loves him.  We all love him.  I'm an avid follower of his on Twitter.  The big kids have learned all about him since they have been here.  We have a fan with Jim's face on it that we got at a game back in May and Jim is now appearing all around my house in various scenarios.  Did I mention how exciting they are to see him at the game on Friday?  I wonder if the real deal will be as exciting as this:

Jim Day swam swimmingly (proudly?  majestically?  fishily?) in his bowl for a grand total of 4 hours.  4 freakin' hours.  I didn't even get a chance to take a picture of him.  He looked like this.

Well, he did look like that.  After we stared at Jim Day for a few minutes later in the afternoon we realized he was not merely napping.  And at that point he looked a little more...stagnant.  Restful.  Cass and I very quickly escorted Jim Day to the portal to the giant ocean in the sky before Bailey could realize what we are doing and that was that.  Sorry Jim Day.  Maybe Jim Day 2 will fare better?