I was half asleep in the front seat of our family van, halfway home from Christmas With The Inlaws, when we got a call on our cell phone. I wiped the drool off my chin and picked up the phone with a groggy "hello".
It was my sister-in-law, informing us that amid the hubbub saying our goodbyes and gathering all of our
loot presents, we managed to leave a cherished family member behind. It’s hard to imagine how one could forget an offspring, even though he was the adopted one.
Still. I felt like the wind had been knocked out of me when she told me that I had left my dear camera on an end table in the family room.
I have been without my camera for over 24 hours now, and the withdrawal symptoms are getting intense. I’m shaky and grouchy, and I’m pretty sure I’m developing a tick.
But my knight in shining armor, a.k.a. Hubs, is coming to my rescue on his shiny black steed, a.k.a. the Dodge Ram. Today at lunchtime he is supposed to pick up my treasured possession, the sixth member of our family, Nicky Nikon. Once he is safely home in my arms, (the camera not my husband; get your mind out of the gutter) I will be able to breathe normally again.
And on that note, I’m off to deliver the Lands End diaper bags to the post office. If you were one of the lucky winners, you should be getting a belated Christmas present in the mail sometime next week!