You may recall my post from a few weeks back, wherein I expounded on my husband's benevolence in encouraging me to purchase my new saddle. Although unexpected at the time, the gesture was not out of character; he's a really great guy, and he wants me to be happy.
Then, this morning:
Him: You know what you should do? Go out to one of the "big box" stores and see if you can get a good deal on a new digital camera. Got any money?
Me: Some. Really?
Him: Yeah. Cramer (CNBC "Mad Money") says all the retailers did so badly, you can probably get a really good deal.
Him: Seriously. Don't go to Wal*Mart, cuz they're the only retailer that had record profits. Go to Target or Best Buy or some other place that carries them.
Me: Okay, I'm outta here!
It's true, my digital camera is a modern day dinosaur. It's close to 9 years old. It's probably 6"w x 2"d x 3"h and weighs almost 1.5 lbs. It uses 4 AA batteries. It has a whopping 8MB memory card, 2 mega pixels and 3x digital (not optical) zoom. On the lowest resolution, it holds maybe 50 pix. Video? What's that? Still, it works, and the pix aren't half bad — all the pix on this site were taken with that camera — although it makes my purse weigh a ton. It doesn't even fit in the purse I'm using right now. Hell, it doesn't even fit in the cup holders in my truck! Kodak no longer supports it, and the only place you can buy bigger memory cards (ooh 16MB!) is on one of those "vintage" sites where some geek has a closet full of outdated parts they sell at a premium to idiots like me who don't know when to upgrade. I've been wanting a new one for years, so this was all pretty exciting.
So what's wrong with this picture?
Mr. Fry is not a gambling man, so I know he didn't win the lotto or hit it big at the poker table.
We don't have any rich, recently deceased relatives.
He's not a dope dealer.
There's no money buried in the backyard.
Ed McMahon and the Prize Patrol have not been spotted on our road.
There's only one explanation remaining: my husband has been abducted by aliens.
Yep, he's a pod person.
I did give some thought to contacting the authorities, but then I remembered that poor guy in the movie and how far that got him. [back of hand against forehead] No, I decided no one would believe me, and the best thing I could do is just go along with it until I figure out how to melt him or freeze him or electrocute him, or whatever that guy did in the movie. Best Buy, here I come.
Man, I have some serious catching up to do. I feel like one of the apes suddenly facing the monolith. Guess what I'll be doing tomorrow?
I was, in fact, able to get what I think is a very good deal. I got the camera, an extra rechargeable lithium battery, a case, and a 4GB card. I also got a 2 year warranty that includes accidental damage. I thought that might be a good idea because of that big LCD screen. Needless to say, my old camera had nothing like that. I used to drop it routinely. Thought I busted a small bone on the top of my foot once. My phone (Samsung Blackjack) has a big screen like that and it's scratched all to hell. The warranty on the camera seemed like a wise investment. I also got a 15% e-coupon when I registered it. I'm thinking of getting a silicon skin to help protect it.
What I paid for this amazing device is not all that much more than I paid for the old clunker back in its day. Can't wait to see what it can do!