One of my high school friends, who was actually one of the coolest girls in school, literally has 54 albums of her kids playing lacrosse. FIFTY FOUR. And they each have between 48 and 190 pictures.
And my aunt who is the raging alcoholic (not the fun kind) of my dad's side of the family who I have not seen since my dad's funeral in 94 has found me. She writes me long illiterate messages about farmville and wanting to see me before she crosses into the other side of the river. And now she is friend requesting all of my husband's family and writing them weird messages about how she is the black sheep of the family. I feel bad to delete her since her two sons, my cousins, both passed away in the same year recently before the age of 30, and I hear she is very ill.