Not Angelina? Or go punk’d yourself.
April Fool’s Day. I love a good joke within reason.
Looking at the date, my already keen Spidey Sense was on high alert.
Or so I thought.
Having finished some work, today was the day to check some of those tasks that had been piling up off my list.
Number one being my camera.
It’s been sitting on my desk since it took a direct hit from a bit of spilt water. Darned if I can remember who I sent it to last time to repair. So I contacted my amazing fabuolismo photographer friend Angelina Bellebuono to get the company name again.
This was such a relief.
Because last time I thought I was texting Angelina — I had the wrong number.
I remember putting the correct number in my contacts — or did I?
To be honest I wasn’t 100 percent sure.
I was overjoyed that I did indeed have Angelina on the case to help my fix my silly camera.
So I told her the sorted tale.
Hmm.
This made me wonder if it had dried out? I put in new batteries.
Yes. I rejoiced!
Things worked.
And then they didn’t pooh.
I shared this real time tale of woe with Angelina. 🙁
Or did I?
UUUUUGGGHHHHH!
Do you believe this sh*?
I am flippn’ loopy.
I spent the next ten minutes trying to convince Not Angelina that I wasn’t hoppin’ a ride on the Crazy Train.
Which only confirmed the Crazy Train Yurail Chip embedded in my cerebellum.
How’s your April 1st?
