It's a Monday. A nasty, rainy, frustrating, sickening Monday.

I was trying to upload this weekend's Easter pictures using our memory card and my ever-stupid hp photosmart printer. (Please note: The name of this printer would lead you to believe that it possesses some semblance of intelligence, but nothing could be farther from the truth). I left the camera importing photos and went to lunch. When I came back, all of my pictures had been deleted from the memory card with the exception of four random pictures. Four out of more than 300 photos...and it wasn't even four that I could be happy about still having! I wanted to throw up. I considered going home sick, but just went into my Mom's office and bawled instead. It was an awful feeling. I considered all of the shots from the past four years...images that Johnathan made me promise not to delete...images that are absolute never-want-to-lose-them favorites. Gone. Granted, most of them are backed up on either my computer or Johnathan's computer, but I'm especially upset that I never even got to see our Easter photos before they disappeared entirely. There were some great photos of David picking up eggs and some pretty ones of Emily in front of azaleas that matched her dress. We also had a family photo that I was looking forward to having. I could tolerate losing everything else if I hadn't lost Easter with them. Ugh... I just remembered that there was a video of David and Emily playing on the swing set and a thirty second clip of Emily proudly climbing the slide ladder, grinning at me from the top, then sliding down and landing on her backside at the bottom. It's not the end of the world, and I suppose it shows me that I get unreasonably attached to things like pictures and videos.

This is just the latest and most frustrating event in a long chain of mishaps today.