I believe the conversation went a little like this:
“Honey, I did something sort of stupid.” (Now that I think about it, I love the way that I used “sort of”…really, like you can do something half-way stupid…no, I probably should have owned it and said, just plain “stupid”. Oh well, can’t change that!)
“What now?” (Excuse me, I take offense to “what now?”. The tone he used sounded as if I do stupid things all the time!)
“Well, I sat on the camera.” (Interject here that I had to have a very nice camera when I purchased it.)
“HOW did you sit on the camera?”
(Just possibly I’ve known for a week or two that I sat on the camera. I’ve tried to break it to him gently, without divulging the whole truth. “Honey, I think my camera is broken?!” “It doesn’t seem to be working.” All the while, I knew how it got broken. The guilt finally got me, I couldn’t live with myself. I couldn’t have him thinking the camera mysteriously just quit. I had to tell the truth!)
“Well, I put it in the seat of the chair for storage, but maybe the camera is a little bigger than the space in the chair. Then, when I sat down, well, I think that’s how the screen got broken.” (You all know we live in our 5th Wheel trailer, and anywhere they could make a storage spot they did, including the seats of our chairs. And “I think” really should have been “I know”.)
“That wasn’t too smart.” The end.
After all the dreading and worrying, after all the guilt from not telling the whole truth, after all the apprehension over revealing the story…he could care less! He doesn’t care if I go buy a new camera tomorrow!
Just so I feel a respectable amount of remorse, I’ve started entering camera give-aways online, like the one on thepioneerwoman.com. Click on photography and enter before Thursday noon. (Not my name, yours! I’m just giving you the ‘heads up’ on a cool give away.)
And if that doesn’t work, I’ve put it on my Christmas list!
49andcounting 
BAHHHHH HAAAAAAA! : ) love that you had to build up to it. . . SO FUNNY. Would this be like me “sort of” sitting on the cat & it having to have all the insides pushed back in . . . : )
Also along the lines of the cat ending up sorta dead!
When I was a teenager a friend of mine begged her mother for months for these really cool eyeglasses. Her mother finally caved and bought them for her. She broke them within a week. She didn’t know how to tell her mother, so she carried them around broken in her purse trying to figure out what to do. That Sunday, in Church, her mother came back from Communion and sat down on my friend’s purse. So my friend took out the broken glasses and handed them to her mother. She never said a word. She felt that God had okayed this little ruse, by letting it happen in church.
What a crack up! LOL
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