Did you see the wedding episode of The Office? Lately, just like Pam, I find myself spending my days taking mental pictures (picture me holding up an imaginary camera to my face and saying ka-ching) of beautiful things, interesting things, AMAZING things. I am the world's most accomplished imaginary photographer. This, my friends, is because I don't own the one thing in the world I want to own more than anything else. THE NIKON D90.
I'm not even going to go into why it is superior to anything else ever made for me, but suffice it to say that I was born to possess it. Everything I do with my 'point and shoot' sucks compared to what I'd do with this glorious monster. If I had it my dreams could become a reality, to say nothing of my photographs.
Though there is distinct evidence that I may perish without it, Dave is unswayed. Unconvinced. Unyielding. It has become obsession-like now. Since I realized I need it like air, I have read every review, perused countless stores, and salivated over billions of shots of artistic lusciousness created by this Gadget From God.
I'm ready to hand my baby off and get a job of my own so I can get it. Just kidding! Not really. No, I am! Kind of.
I accept personal checks if anyone would like to lend me a good grand.
In other notes, we went to Dave's parents' house and made candy. YUM! Very fun to do, even if I didn't help as much as I'd have liked as I was on GrumpyPerson Patrol.
Also, I tried to get a good Christmas picture of the Bub, who was distinctly not having it. Please witness evidence of the failed photo shoot below.