First off let me explain. My family and I have been living in the same house for nine years and we have all gotten fed up with the decor. But my dad wouldn't let us redecorate. So everytime he went to work, my mom, my second oldest sister,and I all worked on redoing a room. We started with my oldest sister's room. She couldn't help because she had to work. So while we were redoing her room we had to move this huge and heavy dresser downstairs. It went like this:(my mom was holding the bottom of the dresser and made sure it didn't fall while me and my second oldest sister slowly pushed it down the stairs)

Mom: PUSH THE DAMN DRESSER!

Me and my sister: MOVE THAN! IT'S GONNA HIT YOU!

Mom: NO IT WON'T.

Us: MOM
(after a lot of screaming and moving it downstairs)

We finally got it downstairs and pushed it into the TV room. We were all panting and slowly dying. Than my mom went into the kitchen and got some of her favorite alcohol. She poured some in the cap and handed it to me.

Mom: Everybody take a shot.

Me:*isn't thinking she's serious**gives it to my sister*

Hearts3atPotatoes(my sister):*drinks it*.... AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Me:...*drinks a shot* OMG WTF MY CHEST! WHY DO MY THIGHS FEEL WEIRD?!

Mom:*has no problem when she drinks it*

We all went back upstairs as to finish my oldest sister's room but I kept patting my thighs for some reason.

(Also my dad is in the basement this whole time listening to us struggling >:0)

When we were done for the day, my sister and I went to sleep off our hangovers. I laid on a mattress on the floor of my sister's room that my other sister slept on while we renovated her room.

But I fell off of the mattress onto the floor.

Me: I'mma sleep right here.

Sister: No. There's a bed right by you. Just lay on that.

Me: Nah

Sister: UGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHH.*gets up and pulls me onto the mattress on the floor by my arm*

*Three hours later*

Both of us:*still trying to sleep off the hangovers but failing miserably**ends up drunkenly singing*