My new camera is missing.
I was loading the car when the baby started screaming. As I settled her down, the library bag spilled all over the driveway. By the time I picked up the books, Andrew found a spider on his passenger window.
Finally, finally--I got in the car and drove away. I didn't think of the camera until later that afternoon, when I had a spare moment to blog. Hmmm, where could it have gone? Not in the car. Not in the house. Not in the trash. Not in the library bag.
Oh, no. What *was* that strange clunk I heard halfway down Old Hickory Blvd.?
I have the sinking-est feeling in the pit of my stomach tonight. A brand new camera--albeit Kodak's cheapest--and I don't even value it highly enough to put it in the car before driving off? I decided to come clean with my husband. He gave me a big hug, no recriminations.
"At least it wasn't the baby."