When I was home with the kids for lunch when they were out sick and I heard those two dreaded words, "I'm bored", I remembered this post, and I quickly printed out the makings for a bedroom (Ali), bathroom (Devin) and a fish shop (me) from here. We all started cutting, and Ali kept teasing me about how excited I was about it all. "You're just like a kid", she kept saying. A tiny shop with tiny boxes to put the tiny fish in? Hell yeah, I was excited! "Why didn't they have these when I was a kid?", I kept asking myself. So you can imagine, after a couple of days, I was beside myself with excitement about my completed shop.
Thank goodness I got these pictures because after our annual apartment inspection and a cleaning of our chimney today, I came home and the shop was on the ground, smooshed and torn. Apparently someone (it's a mystery as to whom) knocked it over and then, as far as I can tell, stepped on it. Repeatedly. I can't bear to post pics of what it looks like now. What makes me so mad is that no one will admit to have done it. I mean, if you step on a small fish shop, you notice right? Why not leave a note, say you're sorry? Accidents happen. But to have them deny it when I KNOW they did it... that is just despicable.