Alright, so let me tell you about my fish tank—a masterpiece I’ve been working on for years. I’m easily $65k deep into this underwater empire. Every fish has a name, they recognize me, and when I walk by, it's like I’m a rock star entering an aquarium red carpet event. My fish are living in the Elon Musk of tanks.
But recently, my wife has declared war. She’s over it. She’s done with the salt spray that makes our office feel like a pirate ship. She’s done with the endless parade of bottles (Magnesium, KH, Po-X, NO—you’d think I was running a chemistry lab). And apparently, the “ungodly sulfur smell” that emerges once a month during tank cleaning has been rebranded as a biological weapon.
So, I’ve gotta ask: Anyone else out here battling wife agro over their tanks? How do you keep the peace while maintaining the world’s priciest, smelliest fish spa? Help a tank enthusiast out!
But recently, my wife has declared war. She’s over it. She’s done with the salt spray that makes our office feel like a pirate ship. She’s done with the endless parade of bottles (Magnesium, KH, Po-X, NO—you’d think I was running a chemistry lab). And apparently, the “ungodly sulfur smell” that emerges once a month during tank cleaning has been rebranded as a biological weapon.
So, I’ve gotta ask: Anyone else out here battling wife agro over their tanks? How do you keep the peace while maintaining the world’s priciest, smelliest fish spa? Help a tank enthusiast out!