How often do you think she hears, "I dabble in photography myself!"?

Yesterday I met with our photographer for the wedding and liked her immediately. I cannot say the regard was mutual though because I got the distinct feeling she was leaning away from me as I breathlessly sucked down coffee and asked her dumb questions, "So, um, do you...get the...red eye out?" I'm kind of guessing her pictures don't have red eye in the first place since that usually only applies to the point and shoot dorks of the camera world read: me. I would so love a real camera. A big hunk of technology that shoots in all kinds of different light and allows me to make choices, the kind that now my camera makes for me. Slaps my hand away and decides which part of the picture will be fuzzy and which will be clear thank-you-very-much! But I understand my inordinate capability for laziness and so do not want to adopt an expensive piece of equipment that will sit on my dresser in the bedroom and everyday say, "waste of money, you don't know how to use me and won't take the time to figure me out properly," and he will be right. Oh so right. After work today I meet with the florist and then tomorrow I go to the shady part of town and beg for some off-shelf "nerve pills".