I have discovered how the Amish have time to take care of all those children, milk the cows, home school, bake bread, plant ginormous gardens and make their own clothes. Their religion forbids photographs so they don't have to spend half their lives sorting pictures from 1890 through 2008! Heck, if I wasn't up to my elbows in negatives and a butt load of photographs of people with beehive hairdos and buck teeth I might find the time to bake a loaf of bread, stitch a Holly Hobby frock and maybe even a bonnet or two. I have decided that THIS IS THE YEAR that I am getting all of these old photos into albums. This is not the first time I have taken on this project but the other 28 dozen times I have gotten discouraged, shoved the photos back into HUGE BINS and collapsed in the recliner while cursing Mr. Kodak and slurping a margarita. I think I've been going about this project all wrong so this time I'm starting out with the margarita.