It's one of *those* mornings. Ever have one?
The baby woke up early
The baby won't stop crying
The baby pitched a fit over every solution I came up with - a drink, some food, a diaper change, a book, play toys
He was in continual fit mode.
So I gave up. I let him pitch his fit behind me and I came over here to get some work done. During this time I wished I never got tubes put in my ears, or that maybe I had earplugs handy.
But I didn't.
But I do have email. Nice, quiet, unobtrusive emails and outlets to another life, a quieter place....a sale.
Yes. A sale.
($30 off the sac, 30% off the covers)
Because apparently Jessica Claire is 29. So now not only am I tired and weary from my badly awakened 18 month old - I'm also feeling old and fat. Instead of clicking the perky young incredibly talented Jessica Claire off my screen tho, I decided to keep reading. Okay...it had something to do also with the fact that the baby had completely blocked my keyboard with his flailing body. I was locked in to the page that I had last opened.
On something that I've been debating the purchase of for the last 8 months or so. Don't let it be said that I don't think my purchases over carefully. You see...it's been a toss up between the suave, young, hip, makes me feel cool Shoot Sac, or the less expensive, practical, Crumpler.
And I just couldn't hit purchase on either one of them. Mind you, I've been using the same camera bag for over 20 years now. yeah. 20 years. For two thirds of Jessica Claire's life I've been using the same camera bag. Almost exactly. I bought that camera bag in 1988. March. These types of purchases are important, afterall, and I remember them.
So now, because my baby was crying.
Because I needed an escape
Because Jessica Claire had a sale and she was only 9, make that 8, when I bought my last camera bag.
I bought me a
oh...and this cover
*Insert big I'm excited smile here*