Sigh. My wife borrowed my new camera last week to take pictures at a school event. She had resisted the purchase of a new camera because our old one was "fine," but once I got the new one* Cha used it quite often because it was "so much better."
I had planned to take some pictures when I noticed the camera missing from my desk. I felt the tingly alarm I often feel when Cha uses something I hold dear. Sure enough, when she came home from work she said "Something terrible happened to your camera." [Note the absence of an active agent in that sentence.] She'd apparently jammed the camera into a bag with her laptop and staplers and scissors and an LCD projector, and likely flung everything into the trunk, or onto the hard floor in a school auditorium. She's always got two or three bags of stuff that she hurls against walls or into corners without concern for the contents' fragility as she rushes busily off.
The camera got smashed. The screen is cracked, and although it still takes pictures I can't upload them to the computer, nor can I adjust the flash or settings.
I didn't even have to tell her: "We can't have any nice things," because after repeated use of the phrase she now says this herself.
The camera certainly wasn't irreplaceable, but it took good pictures and was very easy to use. Now to replace it we have another needless expense.
I won't even tell you what she did to the computer last week.
*A very nice Xmas gift from Mom.