Can't go on.
Goddamn flash.
Dirty.
Filthy.
Stinking.
Keep your hand off my drinkin' arm!
Can't go on.
Goddamn flash.
Dirty.
Filthy.
Stinking.


As you can see, there's no mistaking the difference. Weenie can tell if a letter has been moved on the dining room table. So, I had to fess up.
I started out the Instant Message by saying "I have something to tell you" which I knew would brace her for the worst. She asked me if she needed to call me and I told her that wasn't necessary. Then I said, "Here's what happened." She knew what that meant. Then I told her I washed the camera and she said "I'm speechless." Then there were crickets on the screen. I thought I was in trouble for sure but she forgave me. She was more mad I didn't tell her than the actual camera. Oh well! I got a new camera!
The problem now is my computer is not recognizing the new camera and I'm going to have to get a USB adapter. It will not outsmart me!
So, I've been waiting for the adapter to arrive to post pictures. I have tons to share. Hopefully, it will arrive tomorrow.
We started at the Bayou and then went to the One More. We are creatures of habit.