I NEED a baby.
Let me ‘splain myself:
A few weekends ago, while at an out of town tourney, I used my BFF’s big ol’ super duper camera.
My eyes lit up when she pulled it out of the case.
I caressed it’s face.
I coo’ed at it.
I nibbled its…nevermind.
We aptly named it: The Baby.
“Are we bringing the baby?”
“Who is carrying the baby?”
“I want to hold the baby”
You know those cameras that you have to carry around in a special
bullet proof bag.
They have different lenses that you can take off and on.
They have a deluxe stroller.
A super duper camera like this:
You have to get a college degree to use one or…
You have to pretend like you know what you are doing.
I pretended I knew what I was doing.
I am a professional pretender. It says so on that plaque on the wall.
I have camera envy. I am Camera crushing.
I am in love.with.a.camera.
I won’t eat or sleep until I covet one for myself.
I am already hungry.
I take back the eating part.
But then again, if I did get one, how long could I pretend that I knew what I was doing?
Do you pretend to know what you are doing at anytime?
Yesterday, I saw someone pretend to know how to drive.
I still want The Baby.