So yesterday I posted some bad poetry, and today I'm posting pictures of flowers.  Subconsciously, I might be trying to work up a good shunning from the community (or non-community, as the case may be).

I got a new camera.  A Sony Cyper-shot DSC-T77.  That's the last time I'll remember its name.  For those of you curious, click HERE and you can find some information on the camera. 

I had an older version of this camera about two years ago.  It slowly pooped out.  I basically freaked out when this camera was dying.  Some of my flickr friends (that includes Barry) chipped in and surprised me with a replacement camera.  That was one of the nicest things anyone has ever done for me.  That camera was great but it lacked one thing, the micro macro setting.  And like many a country song will tell you, you don't know what you have 'til you ain't have it no more.

What it boils down to is that I bought myself a new camera - even though I didn't really need it.  Freaky told me that I've been guiltying about it - but not so guiltying that I haven't made a pest of myself at the local chain store nursery department.  Here's my latest batch of pictures using that setting - maybe you can see why I was so selfish that I snatched food from my child's mouth to buy this thing:

(If Mom finds out I'm abusing the "diary" with this prattle, she really will fire me.)