What was so scary? I thought my camera was missing.
The Handy Man planned us a little escape last weekend. It was a great idea, but it doesn't seem we do romantic getaways too well. The room had a hot tub and the bleach smell was a bit overwhelming. Poor Handy Man did not react well. Then, if that weren't enough, he had a gall bladder attack. Poor thing. I felt so terrible for him.
Anyway, fast forward to this evening when we're headed out the door to the Halloween festivities and I cannot find my camera anywhere. I knew I'd packed it when we left Brown County, though hurriedly, in our quest for some organic apple juice. I couldn't remember seeing it since we'd been home. As memories sometimes do, I remembered clearly how it got in that unusual spot in the living room- after we found it.
Gardner E. brought a little treat for Giddy-up from her last adventure and I wanted a picture of him opening it. Rae-rae had the camera and left it in the living room.
Whew. I'm never much on new gear. I just prefer what I have. A broken heart is what I would've had if the camera had been gone.
Let me introduce you to this wee furry footed hobbit, Tolan Fussbuckle, who is the cutest hobbit ever!