Well, crap!

The other day we acquired a VCR to play old movies for our son and a relatively old photo printer. Our little guy has been asking to watch Bambi, but it's not on Netflix and we only have the VHS version. Clint set up our "new" VCR and was about to put Bambi in, but I remember all too well the dreaded sounds of shredding tape, so I said, "wait, we should test it with a movie we don't care about." I did a quick search for such a movie and selected Oliver and Company, despite the fact that I actually do quite like it, I just know it doesn't tend to be a favorite for most. We slid the tape in, pushed play, and immediately heard the sounds of doom from within the cursed machine. My movie is ruined! I should have run out to the garage to grab one of the crappy old non-Disney cartoons, but I was in a hurry and I thought for sure it would be fine.

Then came the testing of the photo printer. Our grandparents have been asking for some printed photos for the past few months and we've been seriously slacking on what should be a laughably easy project. Problem is, I haven't printed any photos since Christmas of 2010, so it's really no small project at all. In the past I've enjoyed scrapbooking and I have a few nice picture frames that I would like to put to good use, but for whatever reason I just can't be bothered to make my way to the Walmart photo kiosk. So, this little at-home photo printer that MIL gave us seemed like a good idea. Clint tested the thing to make sure it was functional before we brought it home and then he set off the buy the ink and paper for it. While at the store he called me to ask what the ink cartridge said and tried to walk me through the "really easy" removal process of the cartridge from the tiny printer, but I was getting frustrated and started aggressively pushing and pulling the darn thing trying to wrench it out until finally I realized I had the whole thing turned on it's side instead of upright like I thought. It turns out I totally scrambled its brain, but I didn't know it until after Clint had forked over a wad of cash for the ink and paper. I feel really stupid, Clint just laughed and laughed. Hopefully we can return the unopened items so I don't feel extra terrible. I guess we'll be making that trip to the photo kiosk afterall. And hey, we'll save money in the long run and the photos will be better quality, so I did us a favor, right? He'll be returning the ink and paper and buying a Bambi DVD, assuming he can find one. They better not be locked in that dumb vault.