Have you ever had the feeling you were being picked on?

I love my family, don't get me wrong, but whenever I'm with them I just get picked on. Last night I went to my parents' house and my brother who is normally at college was home for the holiday. Things were fine and then another one of my brothers got up to get a drink of water from the fridge. My mom has one of those fancy fridges that has a filter for the water and when its time to change the filter a little light on the sensor panel changes color. It's been red for quite a while and no one in their house can seem to figure out where the filter is to change it. So a few weeks ago right after it changed colors I was telling my college brother not to get his water from the fridge because it wasn't filtered. He laughed so hard at me...none of the water in my mom's house is filtered (just a perk from living in Idaho.) Then he said, "Yeah, because the water from the sink is so much better, right?" So since then I haven't really heard from him because he's normally not there. Anyway, when my youngest brother went to get his water from the fridge last night he said in a high pitch voice, "Don't get the water from the fridge, it's not filtered." My college brother almost spit his food all over the place keeping back his laughter. He wasn't the only one laughing either, everyone who knew the joke was laughing. Then I told him in the same high pitched voice, "Shut up!" To which everyone laughed even harder. I was so embarrassed, and I squealed in the same voice, "Leave me alone." My dad told me to stop while I was behind and the whole incident slowly settled down. I just always am the butt of the jokes in our family, and my college brother is usually the one to instigate the picking.
Then last night I was IMing a friend and she started to pick on me. What she was doing wasn't any different from what she normally does, but I was a bit tired of the whole thing. (So if you're reading this, don't feel bad, I was just tired and had already had more than my fair share at my parents' house.) I guess it was just one of those days.
Things really are fine, I just wanted to write about that story. I love my brother and my friend. They both make me laugh pretty hard. And like I said yesterday in the forgiveness blog, I am happy and can't get rid of the grin on my face. Things are great!