That's what they say. And if that's the case, I guess I better start typing away, because I can't post any pictures. At least, I can't post any pictures that I've taken with my expensive digital camera. Why? Because someone stole it. Yep. And that's not the worst part. It was stolen from a cub scout event. I'm a cubmaster. Yeah. I am. Laugh now and get it out of your system. I'd post a photo of me in my uniform, but I don't have a camera. Because during the course of performing my cubmaster (or mistress) duties, someone swiped my camera. We were in a packed room running a Pinewood Derby. (Little wooden cars made by cute little cub scouts and raced down a wooden track.) I was busy running all over the place, doing this for one person, something else for another, then another thing for everyone. I volunteer my butt off for scouts. I camp every month with the older boys, I spend hours at home preparing for cub scout stuff. I stand up in front of the boys and do silly things. I teach them, I play with them, I help their parents by keeping their boys occupied and giving them all something to do together. Only my 16 year old is still in scouts. Everything I do for cub scouts, the thousands of volunteer hours that I give, is for other people's children. And last night, someone in that room thanked me by stealing my camera.
Forgive me if I'm not witty today. It's hard to be funny when you're pissed.
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