on this camera:
I would really like to get my amateur little mitts on her pretty black plastic and get trigger happy with my kids on the other side of the lens.
This is serious. I think about her a lot. About how ridiculously fantastic my photos will magically become simply by using this camera {and I haven’t even watched a commercial telling me this}.
So I’m saving up. I feel like a style-starved teenager saving up for my first real pair of Gucci sunglasses. Not the imposters, that say Pucci, or something ridiculous like that. But the real deal.
Just for the record, I have never wanted a pair of Gucci sunglasses. At the rate of loss and breakage in my life, the Target $6 pairs work just swimmingly. The Puccis would work for me.
I digress.
{As usual}.
The Canon Rebel XT. She’s a beauty. And until my hubby got his {sexy} amateur mitts on one during his evidence technology/crime scene investigation class two weeks ago, he had no idea what I was rambling on about.
But he does now. He wants one too. We’re hopeless.
He took these photos of cricket with it…
and these ones of bug {nose scab compliments of Papa}…
…and all the other uber cute kids-on-grass shots I’ve been showing off. Yeah…he’s amazing like that. He fixes cars, catches bad guys, is tight with the Creator of the universe, installs ceiling fans, snakes drains, steals hearts and takes pretty freaking cool photos. And he’s mine, ladies, simmer down now.
It’s official.
I have a crush on a police officer…and a rebel.
The end, good night.
