Can't Steal Happiness


My camera is disintigrating before my eyes.  I fell down the stairs (again) with it in my hands the other day, and I fear it may have been the death knell.  It's such a stupid, spoiled, first-world-problem, but it's become like my right arm--I can't imagine life without it.  It's still functional, but it's troubling to have such a formerly good friend now actively working against me.

I've been squirreling away ("stick by stick" as I told someone this weekend) to replace it this Spring, but I'm not quite there yet.  And I won't pretend I've been dealing with it as gracefully as I should; I've been a mopey, old...well....

But then tonight the Kiddo and I had a little photo shoot in front of the Christmas star.  He had swiped a paperwhite, and I was trying to teach him to sniff it.  He didn't understand the concept, but he was happy to giggle at my demonstrations....and the Kid is in love with Christmas lights.

It's a mean town, but I don't care

Try and steal that

Can't steal happiness

--The Weepies

....or drop it on the floor and break it.  ;)