Say "Facebook Album"

The other day I did something I felt would never happen unless paralysis raged on my body.  
I didn't ruin every single picture. 
I don't know when my secret vendetta against photography began, but I'm sure it had something to do with my Grandmother.
She's a wonderful lady, kind and loving and all the things typical Grandmas are known for.  She buys us gifts at Christmas, she's losing her hearing and she tells me she doesn't like my piercings, all "typical Grandma" material.  But for some reason, she loves taking photos of our family every time we sit down to eat.
One photo, that shows the whole family sitting down and eating.
Since we happen to sit down with my grandparents more than once a year, we end up having a barrage of eating photos that no one has ever seen, except probably my Grandmother. 
This is when my face does the equivalent of interpretive dance and I try to ruin each shot, mostly because I hate posing for photos, especially, but not limited to while I'm sitting around a table and eating. 

Now, my mom wanted a handful of photos of the siblings for her Birthday, probably to send the message to guests that "we love each other", just in case people thought our family was a dysfunctional mess, now they can clearly see from the photographs that we are not.  So, here I am in front of a photographer smiling and hating every wretched moment of it because it makes me extremely self-conscious to have a moment captured in time where if my fly is down I can't zip it up before anyone sees it, and my 20 year old zitty face could be bleeding or worse spewing zitty discharge all over the joint.  That coupled with my general dislike for "posing", makes this whole "everyone can be a photographer" fad extremely hard to deal with.
I'm glad the camera is digital so we have an excuse to take 1000 photos so we can make an album and people can comment on what ones are blurry rather than delete them which was the original appeal of owning a digital camera.  So now, not only is there a potential photo out there of me stuffing my face full of french fries saturated with gravy, but there is also the potential for it to be seen by pretty much everyone I've ever come across in my life thanks to social networking.

So basically what I'm saying is....

 Happy Birthday (again) Mom