...I think my computer is dead. That's bad, it has all of our 20,000 pictures on them. Del is going to look at it today when he gets home from work golfing. Man, I let him golf a lot. What a whiny good and kind wife I am. He may have to turn my computer into a slave drive in order to get ALL MY RECIPES, HOMESCHOOL STUFF AND pictures off of the blasted machine. Was life simpler without computers? I can't remember.