Resurrected

It wasn't easy.

In fact, it was a rather large pain in the you-know-what.

But my momma was able to resurrect my computer long enough to at least recover every single, solitary picture it had been holding hostage.  Every.  Last.  One.

My inner monologue at this point goes something like this: "Thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou." 

And that's not all.  It seems the computer may be salvageable as well.

Heaving a huge sigh of relief here, folks.  I hadn't even noticed I'd been holding my breath.