I sort of want this camera. Sort of. It’s a crappy camera for the most part, but, ugh, I am turning into a six-year-old over it. Also, real cat face in the packaging? Stop it.
*Note: As I was about to hit “Publish” on this post, JP asked, “Are you going to get that camera? You know, as your backup body?” Oh ha, ha ha, my dear husband.