A year later, revenge tastes like... bitter.

I'm small but I think it's safe to say... I've got a ba-donk-a-donk.
Last year my Mother-In-Law offered (invited herself) to help me shop for my new 'professional' job. Gratefulness outweighed fear and she came along.
Somewhere deep in a hot, stuffy dressing room, she decides it's okay for her to yank back the curtain to check on my progress.
--Dorothy, don't do it! Toto stay back! You don't belong behind the curtain!--
Usually, I'm not the most modest of people, but there is nothing inside me that says it's okay for my Mother-In-Law to see me in my skivvies. Especially after what she did next:
While patting me on the ass she says, "You know, if you walk more you could lose that jiggle!"
MOR-TI-FIED.
Not to mention the restraint it took to keep me from mentioning, "You know, your son loves that jiggle... especially when we have sex!" or "You know, if you washed your own hair, you could lose that mushroom cap!" or "You know, if you ditched that streak, you'd look less like Elvira!"
Instead, my tongue was held and a year later, here is my sweet revenge: a picture of her hair.
Props are deserved here because I'm nice enough to blur her face.