Perhaps this confession of mine will set the women’s movement back a pace or two …. I feel that in the interests of full disclosure it is necessary.

We got the new camera. It seems to be great. I have not figured it out yet. The reason is simple – My Boar hasn’t hooked it up yet. It would seem I am a fragile female waiting for him to do it. I don’t feel all that fragile, I certainly don’t look or act very delicate — and yet I wait. In all things electronic or gas powered, I wait for him. He will read through the brochure, hook it up to the computer and then explain it all to me. I will then ask him some question, which he will not know how to answer and only then I will consult the book. At this point, I may or may not (depending on my level of interest) become more conversant than he. This is how we do things. It is our own little dance – we know all the moves. If either of us doesn’t follow our choreographed steps, we risk tipping over in an inelegant heap.

So, I wait – and you wait for the poncho pictures.

If he doesn’t do his part by tonight, I may just barge ahead without him – no doubt unplugging some essential something from the back of the mother-board or whatever the hell it is called.

While you are waiting, check this out — fun with Easter Treats: