Technology!
My music is floating somewhere in cyber-space. My pictures are living in the ether-net. My husband, bless his heart ( my Southern neighbor says that you can say anything about anybody if you say "Bless their heart", even that the neighbor is having an affair with another neighbor. My husband is not having an affair with the neighbor, that's not his style, but he just doesn't have time to find all my things and put them in a place I could find them.) Anyway, if he did, I wouldn't know how to get them out of the computer, or remember where they were.
Example: Someone hacked into my Facebook account and sent all my friends a fake message from me that ended up to be a whole lot of junk mail. The nerve of some people! What is this world coming too? So I thought I would be smart and get an e wallet or vault to put all my new passwords in. My husband helped me set it up. Bless His Heart! He's got a full time job with me. But then when something asked me for a password I had forgotten the password to open my wallet! My husband spent a lot of time thinking of ways to hack my wallet, since every password had been changed, and of course I couldn't remember what they were, bless my heart! Then three days later I was just sitting in the quiet, and the password for my wallet came back into my mind. (There is a lesson there.)
So—when my husband was reading to me from his phone and it froze up. (hee, hee, hee, hee, hee. . .) he huffed and said "technology". Yes, 'Hecknology', I said. It is always 'heck'nology to me.
