i miss arizona. i'm in canaderp and my grandma used to have a snowbird shack in phoenix we'd go to in the spring when the air was filled with the smell of orange blossoms.... i'd love to go to out of africa, and chase lizards all over the place, laugh at what they call a "forest"( hey i live in the north west, we have epic forests, cause we are lumberjacks and we are okay). go to cheezy tourist traps like tombstone and faux ghost towns, buy those prickly pear candies.
freak out at the heat because over 80 is uncomfortable for us northerners, then laugh at the arizona people shivering in 75 degrees in thier JACKETS.
i still very much miss floating around the pool at God's Waiting Room condo's ( where granny had a place, not the real name...i hope) to frank sinatra and smelling those darn pretty orange blossoms.
oh yeah. back to bettas. sure are pretty..... yup.