Around our house, photo albums are in the embryonic stage. That is, photos are stuffed into shoe boxes, in no particular order. Not by year, not by subject, not by family, not by decade. Photos are removed from envelopes, forever separated from their negatives.
Pictures come up missing.
Some of this is innocent. Some of it is not. When nobody is looking, I remove the ones of me that are unflattering. This is nearly all of them. The ones with a clear shot of an extra chin.