So my computer finally decided to throw a rather unflattering temper tantrum when I was downloading my precious pictures from our trip to Utah.
This is what I remember from our conversation:
Computer: "I am so sick of your darn pictures. Why do you have to take so many of pretty much the same thing and then just nonchalantly stuff your lame memories into my limited memory space? I have had enough and will begin refusing 8 out of 10 of your overindulgent bytes of crap that means nothing to me!! Oh, and by the way, I just started doing this 1/2 hour ago when you downloaded 600 pictures from your last photofest. Mwaa Ha Ha Ha!!! I just waited to tell you until I was sure that you had wiped clean your memory card."
Me: "You #*^%ing piece of $#%@. You stole pieces of my life and I won't feel at all sorry if I happen to throw up all over your keyboard"
I think I have now officially mastered the ability to spin tragedies into jubilations. I rejoice over all the time I don't have to waste picking out my favorites. I'll just take what I can get and make the most of it. Maybe I will have to actually write down what happened rather than rely on a simple photograph to tell the story. It will build my character.