photo tag-a-roni and cheese

My darling sister Amy tagged me with a photo tag. And it's taken me a while to do it. I am supposed to open my picture file, go to my sixth folder, and post my sixth picture in that folder and explain it. I have held off doing it hoping for a Valentine's day miracle, specifically the resurrection of my external hard drive. It died last week after a short fall off a small table onto a stack of diapers. Apparently, you don't have to hit your brain very hard to do some serious damage (I'm sure Amy will back me up on that one). Anyway, long story long, my hard drive is still in the hands of some mysterious computer medicine man and it may be materialistic and a shallow thing to turn over to the Lord, but I am praying very hard for four years worth of pictures to be returned to me, unscathed. But the more time that passes, the more I feel like crying myself to sleep. Feel bad for me, quick.

So, instead of doing her tag to the letter, I will open a file of downloaded pictures that I keep on the laptop, and use the sixth picture in there. I hope you all understand and remember to feel sorry for me.



This is Hank and Milli in the Flinstone's car. They are recreating a really cute picture that I have (er...had...feel bad for me) of Hatch and Lindy at about the same age the day my parents left for the Philippines. If the miracle man pulls off his destiny then I will post the other picture some day. If not, you will just have to believe me that it was every bit as darling as this one.

Okay. Now I am supposed to tag six people, but I really am not positive that six people read this that haven't already done the tag...so if you are reading this, you are tagged. And you know who you are, I know who you are, and you know that I know that you know who you are. Don't try to skip out. :) Or do. It's late and I'm getting sassy and bossy but ultimately it's your decision on whether you do the tag. But the feeling sorry for me? Yeah. That's mandatory.