Banana Slap.

Today should prove to be either good, amusing, or terribly wrong before the time that I get off of work rolls around.

My sister came home from credit recovery, aka summer school, and said something which led to me sitting on her. Which led to her slapping me with a banana peel, not very hard. Which led to us throwing said banana peel at each other. Which led to said banana peel pulling apart. Which led to both of us throwing it at my mother since she is home right now. And through part of this, I was laughing so hard that I couldn't speak and was crying.

I don't get to laugh like that often. Especially not around my family.

I wish I could see a specific someone. Just to see him. Be around him. To hold his hand or to be held by him.

That would make this a very good day even if everything else just sucks.