The Escape of My Fishy.....

Today I got married to my boyfriend Ben of a year and half. Well actually, it'll be exactly a year and half in three more days. We rushed to the courthouse right after work. It was like three thirty p.m.; Ben had called earlier and had been told that the judge leaves at four thirty. When we got there,the lady told us that there was a sixty dollar fee for the license. Cash. No checks. Between the both of us, we had $43.oo. We ran across the street to an ATM machine. Got the cash. Got our license. Went to the fourth floor for the judge to officiate it. He was a nice judge. Ten minutes later, I was Mrs. Daniels.
So today was good so far. Then when we were in my room, I noticed my fish' tank was dirty. I decided I was going to change it. Before I go on any farther, I have or had a dark purple with a tinge of blue beta fish named Mr. Grumpy Gills by Ben. I picked up his tank, brought it to the bathroom sink and proceeded to pour out the dirty water. You know what happened next... before I could put him in the backup container, he fell into the bowl and wriggled halfway into the drain! I tried to grab him but ended up scraping his side. I looked and saw the purple skin under my fingernails and cried out for Ben. He tried but couldn't get it. Then we called my roommate Ana. She, in her attempt, actually pulled out the drain thingy and next thing I know....Fishy's gone! I felt so bad. Mr. Grumpy Gills ( I call him Fishy) thought he was escaping to a better place. That's what my roommate said. " All drains lead to the ocean." Is that what Fishy thought? Was I a bad human? My roommate and my newly wed husband thought it was funny to throw in phrases from " Finding Nemo". It wasn't funny to me. I really wanted to it to work out. New husband, new apartment, and new pet. The really sad thing is I never took a picture of him. My Fishy, I miss you.