Mother-in-Law Law.

My mother-in-law has this law. We aren't allowed to leave her house without getting our photo taken. Usually as we're about to leave, all crowded next to Dave's ute. When we leaf through her photo albums, she does it to everybody who stays. Pictures of families standing next to their cars. Pictures of people eating is another of her favourite poses, usually when the person has their mouth hanging open the split second before the fork goes in.

All snapped with her brick of a camera, using old-fashioned film. It's hilarious .. except when it's not. Because most times, Dave and I are arguing at her house. We have gone away because we are stressed out and I always, ALWAYS forget how incredibly annoying it is to stay there.

So, it's safe to say that not all of these photos have me in them. Or me looking entirely pleased to see the camera. (My sisters and I have a saying, "A Barrie can never pretend.")

Dave came back from seeing her lately, with an evil glint in his eye.

Instantly I was wary. "Wha-aat?" It was annoying.

"Well hon," and he starts laughing his head off, holding something behind his back. "I've got something to show you. You'll be really impressed by it."

I was not impressed at all.

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I have no words at this juncture.