You think it ends after she makes you wear that horrible smocked dress to that birthday party when you're five. It doesn't.
You think you're home free after a hundred and fifty shots of your prom date with his hands awkwardly placed on your polyester-and-rhinestone encrusted hips. You're not.
You may think that shot she makes your roommate take of you and your family in your 12' by 10' dorm room on the first day of orientation would be the end of your misery. It's most definitely not.
It's never the end, because she'll insist on taking a picture of you with your sister and her bridesmaids - while you're on Skype on another continent. And judging from experience, this is not the last time I'll regret that Mom has a camera.
I'll never understand.
Much better! The bride and her bridesmaids
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