I don't know if you all can remember back to the week before last, when I was searching for a new camera, because mine bit the dust and I can't live without one. Never mind the fact that I always find it too much trouble to pull it out and snap some photos when I should, but I'm trying to do better in that department.
Anyway, after making my decision with the help of Mark, I decided to start working on Big Daddy. I gave him a ring and nonchalantly asked if there was a Best Buy between where he was and where he was going. He confirmed there was and I pleasantly asked him to stop in there and call me, because there was a camera I was going to beg and plead with him for the next couple of days to purchase for me, and I at least wanted him to see it.
He said he'd call.
And he didn't.
So, being the persistent bitch that I am, I call him again.
He says he forgot.
I got mad. (Remember, I'm a bitch like that)
No joke, about 10 minutes later, Big Daddy rolls into the driveway.
With a camera.
The exact one I wanted.
And I never once mentioned to him which one I had decided on earlier.
I'd say that's love.
Soul mates through and through.
And for those who lost faith in Big Daddy over the whole chair thing ... I'm sure it's restored now, right?
However, any bets on how long it actually takes to get my chair?
