Today we had barbecue with my cousin's family. In the morning we sang from the TV and karaoke. After that we had barbecue. The funny thing happen, we were just eating and suddenly there was a scream. We watch in horror while my brother, Will, fell backward on the chair with food in his hand. The poor mushroom(that we all hate) flew backward. Good thing for Will is that he doesn't have to have to eat the mushroom.
Later we(Jay and I) built a "fort". It didn't look like one and we could barely go under it. Now she is attacking me with blankets and laughing about it. Today my dad was actually pretty happy. Will there be another day like today filled with a lot of fun?