This sad tale begins one snowy afternoon. We had gone sledding about a week after Christmas. Everything seemed beautiful and deceptively perfect. After almost two hours of joy and rapture we decided it was time to head home. We gather all the children and lost mittens and headed for the car.
David was taking pictures as we trudged through the snow when tragedy struck. The camera slipped from his fingers and dropped, lens first onto the frigid ground. A disturbing crunching sound echoed across the parking lot. I gasped as my camera took its last picture.
But out of dark sadness comes a glimmer of joy as I received my new camera last week. And although I will miss my old friend I look forward to the new adventures I will have and my new camera who will record them all.
7 comments:
So funny! Not the part about breaking your camera but the way you talk about it. You my friend, are a funny lady.
Sad -- broken camera
Yeah! -- NEW camera!!!!
It looks like you've got a brilliant new friend. Be sure to share it's off-springs.
sad/yay!
You crack me up!
But now that I see how easily you replace your old friends I'm a little concerned. I hope there isn't a shiny new Heidi out there just waiting for David to kill me in the parking lot.
Enjoy the camera!!!
That was a great story, I think I actually gasped (and I then realized that I've already heard this story!) I'm an easy sell, what can I say?
Congrats on your new camera!
um, only you could turn that into such a story. and I must say I love the cheese ball picture you took of your "new friend" I miss your sense of humor. (and there are so few who can really get mine. Squeeze your fam for me and have them squeeze you too.
Hey foxy lady, you look fabulous and congrats on your new friend, that is nice shade of gunmetal...
really you look way cute!
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