I have a love/hate relationship with technology. I love it. It hates me.
Yesterday we spent three hours in the park with Madeline, Uncle Elliot, Aunt Kathy, Granny and Grandpa. We had an excellent time goofing off, swinging, sliding, playing Frisbee and acting like kids. I documented the entire event with my fantastic camera. Then, at the end of our adventure, the compact flash disk has decided to crap out on us. Yes, all of the photos, gone.
No photos of Madeline swinging. No photos of Elliot, Kathy and Kevin jumping from the swings and "sticking" their landings. No photos of us adults acting like kids.
I love my technology.
It hates me.