my camera's in Germany.
like the country.
how the heyday am I supposed to blog while my camera's touring the universe?
Last week, Conan said he's taking his parents to the airport for their trip to NewYork and can Dad borrow the camera?
Wha-huh? Gasp. Uh........who we talkin' about?
Can Dad borrow the camera.
I pondered this. It would only be a week. Be charitable.
Yeah. I guess so.
So I was real excited to be reunited with my little cybershot this weekend so I can clear out all the pictures being born in my brain.
Here's where the sad oboe music starts in the movie. Kay called to make sure Conan was going to pick her up at the airport and mentioned I didn't blog last week. To which I replied...I know, not much, I played with the kids and I didn't have my camera. Tough times. But all that is over, you're coming home.
Oh, ha ha. We chuckled.
Oh no. Laugh no more. She says this, and it still pierces, "Cally, Dad has your camera!"
silence. as I pondered this.
Shane is in Europe. For THREE GINORMOUS WEEKS!
Wha-huh? What? ...He...Who...Conan?!
What? I asked you. Yup, he did.
But the gray hairs are poking through my hair dye and affecting my thought processes again, thus not inviting logical thought.
Borrow the camera in New York, Yes. Borrow the camera for a milliena of foreign fancies, No thanks. I graciously decline to share.
There's nothing I can do, except hope and pray Shane feels an overwhelming inclination to take delicious photos of fabulous French Food and Italian Pastries. And a castle.
Oh, sigh. Enjoy yourself, little cybershot.
happy to help, dad.
bring me chocolate.