I dropped my Mom and Hale (henceforth to be referred to as Papa and Gigi in an attempt to get myself used to calling them this, as switching back and forth confuses the grandkids) off at the airport this morning. I lent them my camera to take to Mardi Gras. This will be the longest I've been without a camera in over 5 years. I take pictures every single day. My purse closes easily now. So sad. As I was hugging Gigi goodbye she was telling me what to do if she died on the trip and one of my first thoughts (because I knew she wouldn't die on the trip) was "Can someone call me so I can go get another camera before next weekend?".