Tragedy is when I cut my finger.
Comedy is when you walk into an open sewer and die.
Long story short, I was interviewed for a magazine and they asked for a picture of me with the kids. Which I do not have, since I am always the one behind the camera.
So after much abuse Jeff agreed to go outside and take the picture. I get the kids cleaned up, I brush my hair (I should really do that more often), and we go out and shoot a gazillion pictures because my kids are incapable of smiling like normal human beings.
Jeff dropped my camera. Lens fully extended. Into the drippy, sloppy mud.
I’m pretty sure some condensation got behind the lens. The lens cover doesn’t shut. And even if it did, I’d be worried about the lens getting scratched- there is definitely mud in there.
So the question now is- do I pony up $200 for a new point-and-shoot? Or wait until the end of the year when I have (optimistically) saved up enough to buy a DSLR?
OK, it’s not real tragedy. But I feel like I’m missing a hand.