Tuesday, July 8, 2008

Woe is Me

My camera is off to Melville, New York, swaddled in bubble wrap with a note attached pleading with a person I have never met to please, please fix it quickly and send my camera back to my so that I can get on with my life. The whole ordeal has me quite agitated. I have become like a person obsessed. Every time a child sticks a finger up its nose, I find myself woeful over a lost picture; a sweetly sleeping baby with a smile teasing the corners of her mouth sends me into fit of wretchedness at a snapshot squandered. I am positive that my little girl will take her first steps while our beloved camera is sitting on a shelf somewhere in Melville waiting its turn to be tweaked and tuned. I suppose I shall have to bust out the half-dead video camera more often. Hopefully the still camera will be back home before the video camera decides to quit on us. There is just too much cuteness around here for our exhausted electronic recording devices to keep up with.

1 comment:

VanHusband said...

You could always just make them freeze in position while you paint a fresco.

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