So here is where I'm at... my sad, fried, hard drive is on it's way to the data recovery magicians. A new hard drive is being installed in my computer. From this day on I will be a backing up PSYCHO. A crazy person. Because I never again want to shed the amount of tears that I have shed in the last two days. Thank you all so very much for your sweet sympathy, advice, and encouragement. Honestly, in the back of my head I fear that my hard drive will be the freakish .00000001% that can't be fixed, or that it will cost one billion dollars to do so.  If that is the case, believe you me, I will lock myself in my craft room and sew my way to raising that billion dollars.  Most of all I am glad that this craptastic experience has made some of you finally back up your pictures. Too bad I couldn't have learned this lesson a less painful way.  Whatevs... Yet another reason why being a grown up is so hard.  

Back up your photos. Even if you have a Mac. Back them up. My hard drive crashed. Everything is gone. Everything. Every picture I have taken in the last two years. Gone. Lesson learned. Tears shed. Don't be me. Because it is awful. Awful. Go. Now. No excuses. Go.