So, PawPaw is gone and my family is sad. I'm still not sure what I'm supposed to think or feel, but don't worry, when it hits me, I'll feel it. Until then, I'm going to keep myself busy until whatever I'm supposed to feel bubbles to the surface, and then I can deal with them.
Anyway, when someone dies, you have to keep living your life, right? Otherwise, what's the point?
I have a lot to look forward to.
This comes to me on Monday: the Canon EOS 50D. My first professional camera. Now I have to stop complaining about the Pioneer Woman not picking my photos because they were taken with my point and shoot, and start worrying that she doesn't pick them because I'm bad at taking photos.
I already got this super cute bag to carry it around in:
Ooooo I can't wait for you to get here, FittyD! We're going to have a long, beautiful relationship together, I can already see it. Oh the places we'll go!
On Wednesday, I will see this:
And then I'll be here: