Standard Operatin' Procedure around here is I open the gate. Roy drives the truck thru and I lock it back...Done!
'ceptin' I'm doing it!
With a slippery purse.
In the cold.
I sat my purse down.
Pushed the gate shut and locked it as Roy back the truck up.
He knew he had run over something. He was thinkin' it was a cat by the panic on my face.
The only thing I could think of was my camera!!!
It looked good...no outward damage. But when I turned it on....the viewin' screen looked like someone had thrown a rock at a window.
It was dead.
My cellphone was fine.
My lipstick case was squeehawed but still worked. And nothing else in the purse was broken...just the camera.
Roy felt bad.
But blamed me.
And I blamed me.
And one would think that I would be freaked out but no. I really hated that camera!! I loved my first one...the one I tried to get my mother inlaw to use....so I bought this one.....And it was never right.
But Roy bought me a new one.
Yes before the dishwasher.
My camera goes everywhere with me.
I'm still tryin' to get used to it....it's so much smarter than my last one.
This is what I've done so far...
Look at the cute puppy face....this is the one that gets him let out.