You know how I couldn't find my camera for, like, forever? And you know how I just, like, found it? Well, yesterday I, like, broke it.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAGHHHHHH!
As I was holding my dear little Exily (since Lisa named her camera, I figured I might as well name my own) in my right hand, I reached up with my left and
somehow my pinky finger caught on the camera strap that is
supposed to be for safety, and my camera FLEW into the air and landed on our hard, hard, hardwood floors with a loud smack. I picked it up and checked it for damage, and although it still takes pictures, the zoom sticks whichever way I use it and the "SET/OK" button doesn't work at all.
SO, tomorrow or sometime later I am going to send dear little Exily down to New Jersey, where the Casio family hospital is. I hope very strongly that the company will cover it under the one-year warranty (I bought the camera in Feb.). Pray that it does! Pleeeeeeease!!!
On a happier note, these past couple days I enjoyed a "Shakespeare Movie Weekend" with Bria, Ryan, and
Kate A, a weekend which was majorly interrupted by a daysail on the Atlantic Ocean! Daddy,
Craig, and
Paul S. of MCA came with us (or rather, we went with them) as we sailed up the coast of Maine from Portsmouth Harbor to the Cape Neddick lighthouse (see picture, which I did not take due to Exily's exile). We had a jolly time: the sun was warm, the breeze was stiff, and the friends were charming as always.
Movie quote of the day:
Optimist: There; aren't you glad, glad, glad?
Sad one (me): No, I'm still sad, sad, sad. I miss
Fern Exily.