It's like buying your kid who's been in the orchestra for 1 year a Stradivarius to practice with.
Or tearing up the backyard and putting in an olympic-size pool 'cause your kid says they like to swim and they think they're fast.
Or or buying a super duper camera 'cause it's a craptastic hobby of yours.
That's what I did do.
So you get that I'm saying that it's excessive, right?
Exorbitant. Overkill. Unneccessary. Extravagant. Superfluous.
But I needed a new camera. And Joanna was selling hers for a great price.
And when she offered it to me, I just couldn't get it out of my head. I believe my response to her went something like this:
So. . ..
I think. . .
I want it.
I think, I want it.
(I can't get it out of my head.)
Going to ask permission . . . NOW.
But don't expect better quality from me, umkay?
I've got two words for ya:
That's not to say that I won't have fun playing around.
'Cause I definitely will.