Our camera broke. One day, the screen began to short out at random, breaking the images into little lines. A few days after, I pressed the on button, and nothing happened.
I'd like to blame my absence on the broken camera.
Meanwhile, my Pops found a small Nikon digital camera on eBay. It's broken, but he thinks he knows how to fix it. It cost him $31.00, and we only have to pay for it if he fixes it. What a deal. And what a handy father I have. He can fix all manner of things, from roofs to plumbing, cameras to bicycles. I had the thought the other day that we could buy a broken flat screen TV. Aaron looked at me, puzzled. "It would be so much cheaper, and my dad could fix it!" I crowed. I don't actually know if he could, but Dad, since you're reading...what do you think?
In lieu of recent photos, here are some from the annals.
Aaron and I the night before our wedding
Abby and I at the petting zoo
An outtake from our engagement pictures
My nephew is a puzzle-working prodigy
Once on a date night, we ended up at Lowe's (this happens more than you might think) and we decided to measure our height with the ruler on the floor.
Road trip scenery
The thunder's cracking, the rain is drizzling, and my eyelids are drooping. It's off to bed. Why is falling asleep to the sound of rain so comforting?