Veggie Tales, Revised.

I can hear LarryBoy singing in my mind:

Oh, where is my hairbrush?

Oh where is my hairbrush?

Oh where, oh where, o where, oh where, oh where . . .

Is my hairbrush?

I switched my photo storage in September of this year, thanks to a wonderful gift from my Mom. The ensuing reorganization has caused me a bit of a snag, in that, I now have to scroll through two 'storage sheds' of photographs in order to find what I'm looking for.

I organize my photos in a monthly schematic, a method I learned from my ever-organized husband. In the new year, I'll be using the new system, and two 'storage sheds' will no longer be an issue. Yet here's the deal: I discovered that in switching to the new system, I've used my camera less and less . . .

Egads! What's up with that?

I mean, if anything, my new system should account for greater camera usage, not less!

So today, a new refrain on an old favorite children's song ensues:

Oh, where is my camera?

Oh where is my camera?

Oh where, oh where, o where, oh where, oh where . . .

Is my camera?

I'll find it, and reactivate the photographer within! :)