I want a BABY.

I NEED a baby.

Let me ‘splain myself:  

 

A few weekends ago, while at an out of town tourney, I used my BFF’s big ol’ super duper camera.

My eyes lit up when she pulled it out of the case.

I caressed it’s face.

I coo’ed at it.

I nibbled its…nevermind.

We aptly named it: The Baby.

“Are we bringing the baby?”

“Who is carrying the baby?”

“I want to hold the baby”

You know those cameras that you have to carry around in a special bullet proof bag.

They have different lenses that you can take off and on.

They have a deluxe stroller.

 

A super duper camera like this:

Or this:

 

You have to get a college degree to use one or…

You have to pretend like you know what you are doing.

I pretended I knew what I was doing.

I am a professional pretender. It says so on that plaque on the wall.

I have camera envy. I am Camera crushing.

I am in love.with.a.camera.

I won’t eat or sleep until I covet one for myself.

I am already hungry.

I take back the eating part. 

But then again, if I did get one, how long could I pretend that I knew what I was doing?

Do you pretend to know what you are doing at anytime?

Yesterday, I saw someone pretend to know how to drive.

I still want The Baby.