My Nikon Coolpix is officially deceased.
It's possible it could have been saved, but I chose not to resuscitate.
I'm looking at it right now. Face down and lifeless on the kitchen table.
I'm afraid I can't muster up too much sympathy for the thing. I never liked that camera.
Ian bought me this LG cell phone that takes pictures. I feel like a grownup now, being able to snap away with my phone. Now if only I could figure out how to e-mail them...
It's as primitive as it gets, I'm afraid. But some of the shots I've taken so far are kind of interesting.
This recipe is the closest I can find. Seems she's discontinued the actual recipe we used. Yellow cake with lemon curd filling and chocolate frosting....
Not too shabby in the right light.
Yup, this one smells like the right one. This camera doesn't like me in white. And where is my hair?
Who needs teeth when you've got those eyes?
There. I've successfully blogged about nothing.
The real world feels kind of sad and disturbing right now. I feel bad, heartbroken, for those parents whose kids never came back from school today.
Putting together this post was the only thing I could think of to get me away from the news updates. I'm tired of news updates.