Check out these fun pictures....
Oh wait, you CAN'T!!!
WHY? 'Cause I'm an idiot who dropped and broke her camera. CaaaarrrraaaP! I would break my own head if it weren't attached to my body. Wait, that's a different saying.
Anyhoo, picture this:
Home from Ragnar, wet, tired, sore. Hands full of shoes, milkshake, and camera. Get to the backdoor and it's locked. WTC? We NEVER lock that door! Turn around to go to front door and camera slips out of stack of crap and crashes to garage floor. SNAP!! Well, really it was a different word, but I'm working on not using that one quite so much. At least publicly. Pick up camera, peruse it quickly, seems to be fine.
Later that weekend, try to take pictures, no go. Won't even turn on. Discover, it's just dang broken. Cry. Big tears.
Sugar Daddy takes it, attempts to see if he can fix it. Nope.
Take to Inkley's to see if repair can happen. Nope. Not without shipping it out at a significant cost. Might as well buy a new camera. NOOOOOOO!!!!!
Sugar Daddy spends time googling and finds a company we can send to for much less money and they MIGHT be able to fix it. Worth the chance. Wrapped, and double wrapped in bubble wrap and shipped.
Now, just waiting......feeling like a big clumsy ox who can't be trusted with anything nice or expensive. I break things. I am a freaking bull in a china shop. I am the uncoordinated girl that trips over imaginary lines in the road. You should see my dishes. Even the RS ladies shoo me from the kitchen if I attempt to help. They are in fear for even their Tupperware. I will find a way to bust it.
So, with all the fun we had last weekend. Not.one.picture.
Feel free to ignore the next post. It's just for journaling anyway, sans pic's.
Stupid, stupid girl!
