True story:

I live in a duplex, and my sister lives in the apartment overhead; and you have to go outside and up two flights of stairs to get to it.

Well, tonight I knew she was out, and I heard a bunch of noise coming from over my room (right under my sister's living room.)

My mom looks out and sees a strange car. "Great," I think, "Rachel's being robbed." Okay, I didn't really think. In my very skanky shirt I tear outside and up the stairs--semi-icy stairs--ring on the doorbell like a mad-woman, and basically prepare myself to beat whoever's up there to a pulp. The door opens. Was my sister being robbed? Nooooo.

What I saw:

Barely noticed Rachel, but... Eric was hiding most of the way behind the door and looking a little worried; Anne was peaking from around the corner; and TJ was in the background, holding a movie and looking as though he was deciding whether to laugh or to wet himself.

So, all of that to say, how was YOUR day?