A miracle!

All hail the return of the camera!
Dad got lucky and found the lost camera. It's a good thing too, as my all-text blog posts are pretty dull. I'm not really sure where he found it. From the tidbits of the story that I heard between naps, I've pieced together the following timeline:

1. Mom & Dad lose the camera at the hospital.
2. A good samaritan, let's call him Joe, finds the camera.
3. Joe, unable to find the rightful owner, returns the camera to Fry's.
4. Fry's stores the camera in a box with the "Fry's sticker of death" on it to indicate it is a returned item.
5. Dad goes to Fry's and picks up the camera.

Amazing how life just works out like that, huh?