Familylife.

Laying on the floor, laughing. Laughing at laying on the floor, and don't bother getting up. Laughing at mom who is laughing at me. Laughing at my little sister who gives us a weird look. Laughing at dad who comes up the stairs to see his fifteen years old daughter laying on the floor as a dishcloth, totally cracking up. Laughing because of the fact that if anyone walked past the house, the person would hear four voices laughing. Laughing at the fact that life is good.
Dry my eyes and start laughing again because my make-up is ruined and smeared all over my face.