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Thankful for a Sunrise

With the coveted key in one hand and the expensive digital camera in the other, they approached the beautiful home's door anxious to enter in. Would this FINALLY be the home that they've been searching for? Anxious to unlock the door, Mother handed the camera to her son as to fully concentrate on the task at hand. As she inserted the key into the perfectly drilled keyhole, suddenly a noise from behind caught everyone's attention.

Seemingly the only thing to do was to stop dead in her tracks, turn around as to see what in the world could have made such a noise. Upon turning around, the shiny object on the courtyard tile below caught everyone's attention. "OOOH NO....THE CAMERA!!" In control at that moment in the game, she nervously picked the camera up as to see if it was badly damaged because of the loud impact in which it had made when hitting the ground.

As she studied it oooh so carefully, she learned that the optical zoom lense would not colapse back into the camera when it was turned off. Then she noticed that part of the lenses base had been chipped from the impact as well. This must have landed really hard when the son, who's expression, was like a veeery scared deer caught in headlights, dropped it. Wanting to conduct herself in a very "lady like" manner.....Mother gently stroked the sons hair as she assured him that it was clearly an accident and that she would just run right home and be able to afford another one.

Later at home, Father arrived after a long hot day of driving all over tarnation. As they discussed the days events, news of their damaged electronical friend had brought sadness to Father's ears. He examined it carefully and couldn't seem to revive it externally. Exhausted, he decided to conduct surgery using all the appropriate tools and a steady patient hand.

Upon learning that burial in a trash can was innevitable for the electronic friend, he excercised much control and headed for the warm shower that was calling his name. While in shock and confusion, the Son breathed a sigh of relief knowing that another sunrise would be in his future.

The End

And if you believe the part about Mother, then I'll sell ya my ocean front property in Southern Utah

This may be a PICTURE-LESS blog for a time.....hang in there.