My obsession with getting a new fancy-shmancy digital SLR camera has now reached new and quite frightening levels. I can not walk into Best Buy without making a bee-line to the camera section to fondle the display models. Yesterday, John and I were out looking for a particular video game he wanted and I ended up getting shooed out of the camera section by a short, plump balding employee after he discovered me with my face pressed against a glass display case and drooling, tracing little hearts on the glass doors with my finger. God help me if I find myself in a Ritz or Inklies.
My step-mom-in-law just got a new Nikon D80 for Christmas. I'm afraid that at our holiday get together next week, I'll pounce on her and steal her camera. They'll find me hours later, hiding in a closet somewhere stroking the lens and muttering "my precious".
My intense desire for a new camera is odd, considering, I don't even know how to use an SLR camera. I have an old Canon (film, not digital) in my storage room, and I think I'll pull it out, dust it off and start teaching myself how to use it. Maybe by the time my penny jar is full enough to take a ride out to Inklies and buy my beloved camera, I will be worthy of it.
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