I knew I was forgetting something last night. I figured it out this morning: I forgot to cook my eggs for breakfast. Oops. Must remember to do that tonight.

Matt said, in response to yesterday's entry, "I understand the nostalgia and wanting to save the pictures. I just don't get what's wrong with a regular album."

Well, as I said, when we went through Matt's album, he knew all the people, and he knew all the stories that went with them. The regular album is, obviously, fine for him.

My memory isn't so good. As I pulled the pictures out of my high school album, I had frequent variations on this conversation with myself: Ooh, I remember her! I used to go over to her house and we'd paint our toenails pink and talk about boys... She's the only one I ever told about my crush on... um... what was his name? For that matter, what's HER name?

I could only be grateful that I'd thought, at the time, to write dates and names on the backs of the pictures. (Her name was Dena. And he was Brent, and I don't for the life of me understand what I thought was attractive about him anymore.)

Anyway, I won't wander off on another rant. I'm not trying to convert anyone. Matt's fine with just plain albums, and that's fine. I like doing scrapbooking, and the people I've given scrapbooks as gifts have been extremely pleased with them. Which, really, puts it a step ahead of my knitting phase. How many scarves do people really need, after all?

Nope, not much to talk about today, and for some reason, despite getting a fairly decent night's sleep, I'm kind of tired this morning.

Maybe I'll be better tomorrow.

--Liz