Tickle Fight

All in all it was a lovely night, first spent working out and dining on freshly cut salad.. then off to Institute with Krissa and Jadon...very uplifting and a great way to spend a Thursday night... this story starts, however, when I came home....

See.. I share a room with my sister Sydney, for the time being until I get my house... it's a little rough..Sometimes it's cool cause we share clothes.. but mind you.. all of our clothes fit into a closet for one person... can you say.. busting at the seams?....She is just 14 years old.. so all that attitude plus my desire to have a tidy and organized room.. explodes into a not so pretty thing..

(This is Sydney.. don't be fooled by her innocent looks)

Last night on my parents bed, we were talking, loudly talking, about some of our differences and it erupted into a tickle fight.. (on my side at least.. she was really kicking at me).. Then my mom started tickling me too.. therefore, disabling me to defend myself against the kicking one.. I was trying to figure out why my mom was tickling me at a time like this.. I mean, who's side is she on anyways.. and maybe she was trying to make light of the situation.. but still it was hindering my self defense skills.. So I was left to thrash around in the bed until they were done.. one tickling, and one fighting like we were in a cat fight for not asking if I could borrow her purse.. The nerve of this one.. While she was complaining about the purse.. she was wearing a shirt of mine that she hadn't asked if she could wear....Whatever.. the world keeps turning and as I write this.. I am wearing one of her undershirts!! Do I feel bad.. no not really.. cause I have a few sore spots from being bludgeoned by her feet.. and I probably burned close to 200 calories during the "Tickle Fight"