It's hard being photogenic.

This one time in high school, a boy told me, "You're so photogenic."
I didn't take him seriously, because: A. He was saying this after viewing the photo on my school I.D.  B. He was jealous/a control-freak trying to woo me away from my boyfriend at the time.  C. He'd never seen my family try to take a picture. 

Now tell me I'm photogenic, Mr. Poopsmith.

Isn't my mom's dress fabulous?

Almost...Hopefully my mom got some good ones...

My sister is super good looking.

Wuv...twu wuv.

P.S. Here is a secret: I wore this dress three Sundays in a row because I was in a different ward each Sunday.  Special thanks to Ross for providing me with a last minute Easter dress at ten o'clock the night before!