Mindee brought up a good question last Friday. She asked, "How did you convince your hubby to pay for the lens??? You must be a master of persuasion."
Since I think some of y'all may be thinking the same thing, I thought I'd let y'all in on a secret of mine. Well fine. It's not really a secret. I took my husband to a local camera store and showed him the actual lens, then researched prices online, and bought my new lens using advertising money straight from this blog.
That's right folks--people pay me to have me put their ads on Screwed Up Texan. That is how I was able to purchase my camera in the first place. It was also how I was able to buy my Droid smartphone. Because my husband is too much of a cheapwad to actually let me purchase this stuff with the family money.
The next lens I will purchase will be a prime lens--either a 50mm or a 35mm. You can help that dream come true by advertising on Screwed Up Texan yourself. Not that I'd ever want to be painted as a cheapwad by begging you pay me to put your ad on here.
But I'll do whatever it takes.
If it weren't for my camera, I mean advertisers, I wouldn't be able to take photos of my boys playing in the water.
Or my husband threatening me if I get any closer to him with my lens: "Come any closer and I'll jump!"
(Notice how Lily in the above photograph has a leash on. That's all the lake rules required. Or at least that is my excuse.)
Or Lily ticked off at me for dumping her in the lake.
Or the lake.
Or rocks at the lake.
Or Lily still pouting about being a wet dog.
Or my boys laughing at the tighty whities at the lake.
(At least it wasn't a used dirty diaper.)
Or Lily still mad at me for for putting her in the lake. Look dog, at least you're dry.
I gladly accept donations.
I mean, after that face wouldn't you?