But hey, you also get a lovely photo of most of my family member's eyes' being closed, and a bunch of people I don't remember, except that all 3 of those guys fought over who got to pick up my mom's tab for dinner, because they all wanted to bone her, and it was way more vomit-worthy than my sister's camo top and my beige-on-brown-combo. I had lovely little nicknames for them (in my mother's religion, you refer to each other by Brother and Sister)... like Brother Neck-less (guess which one THAT is), Brother Potato-Head, and Brother Probably-Masturbates-Publicly-in-a-Trenchcoat-While-Riding-the-Bus (I couldn't think of a more succinct way to put it).
Also, my mom is wearing burnt orange corduroy overalls. You just can't attract the right caliber of man that way, mom. Her ajumma perm is pretty great though, am I right?! It's the most Asian-Mom thing ever.