Why try to explain miracles to your kids when you can just have them plant a garden. ~Robert Brault,
Thursday, February 17, 2011
I found my camera.
It was on the top shelf of the book shelf. Way off in the corner. Someone, who shall remain nameless (it was me), put it up there to keep grubby kid mitts off of it. Then she-who-shall-remain-nameless forgot it was up there. And it got lost. Like Wheezy from Toy Story -------------------> shown here
I was delighted, and immediately fired up the computer to post the promised pictures. But when I turned on the camera, it told me that it was exhausted. (at least the battery was exhausted.)
Oh yeah, well, sure. I can understand that. You've been trying to survive on your own on the top corner of the bookshelf. No food. No water. No one to take pictures of. I'm sure the dust alone was almost more than you could bear. Poor, poor exhausted camera.
(see, this is how my camera feels)
So I've taken the exhausted battery and put it in the charger, and I'm happy to say that it's feeling much better tonight and will be back to its usual snappy self tomorrow (ha ha! get it?! SNAPPY self? 'cause camera's snap pictures? I'm so hilarious!)
On a totally unrelated note, I made banana bread today and we've already eaten most of it. We couldn't resist.