Photo Finish

We are experiencing our typical pre-camping trip frenzy here, trying to do laundry and pack and maybe even print out some Mapquest directions to where we are going tomorrow.

These people will have GPS before we do.

That's right, folks - we still don't have GPS.  What really bugs me is that Larry persists in thinking that it's really modern and cool to go to Google Maps or Mapquest.  "Oh, I'll Mapquest that," he says airily to people we know, not realizing how 2003 he sounds.  Embarrassing.

Adding to the vacation prep confusion was our realization (at about 7 this evening) that we do not own a working camera, aside from the one on Larry's IPod Touch.

I know!  It's like a Flintstones episode, only without the pet dinosaur.

Now, normally, Larry (aka Mr. Spreadsheet) would be researching Consumer Reports and a zillion other websites to figure out exactly how many pixels we need and how much zoom and all that.  Then he would have to find the cheapest camera that fit his specifications.  The process would consume weeks of his life, entire evenings spent in front of the computer, ignoring me and the kids.

But not this time.  I ran into Best Buy (literally, ran) and started checking out the cameras priced $150 and lower.  A sales person came up and I told him, "I need a camera.  I need it now.  It can't have that stupid little mini SD card, because that drove us crazy with our last one.  Oh, and it needs a rechargeable battery." 

"Well," he said.  "There's this one here - it's got 8 zoom."

"That sounds good," I said.  "I'll take it."

Who says old marrieds can't be spontaneous, eh?