First, the not so sad day. Yesterday was our church's Father/Daughter campout, which we like to refer to as "the only way to get daddy to camp". Chris took all 5 older girls to
Horning's Hideout for the night while I sewed away and watched Penelope and 10 Things I Hate About You. About half way through the evening, I pulled out my camera to take a picture of a creation. Making along story short, my camera is broken. I just want to cry. Partly because I am emotional because it sounds like it is going to be pretty cheap to fix. Partly because I am going out of town this week and it looks like it might not be done in time for me to take it on our trip. The camera gods are out to get me.
This came right after I had another compact flash incident at the Washington County Fair. The girls were in heaven (especially Elise, who spent the whole time yelling "Mommy, wook! A _________") getting to be so close to all of the animals. I have never been quite so close to a cow and we got to see a very kind woman from Forest Grove milk her goats. Dad: Get dairy goats! Please?
I go to pull out the camera and the ominous message on my camera read "No CF card" Not again! I really need to buy a spare card.
So, no pictures for a while, but I will still try to check in.
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I can SO identify with your camera plight! Last year ours quit the very first day of our Bahamas Cruise. ARGH. We were blessed with a warranty repair (sans trip pics)
Less than a year later its on the blitz again. We're going to expense on another camera, and soon!! (hope) ours takes pictures with lines across -- randomly, so we can take a bunch with no trouble and then bam, another yucky picture.
Just know you're not alone!!!
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