An Ode to Brothers

Let's be honest, boys are punks. Really though - they're just the worst. Except not all of them, and not all the time, and it's not always their fault I guess. I realized that the other day when Mrs. Seal said "teenagers...all you are, are just big water bags, of water, just filled with emotions..." So I guess if all we are, are just jumbled bundles of commotion sloshing around, some toes are bound to get stepped on. Boy and girl toes.
So anyways in regards to the title, a friend of mine has been bugging me about it for awhile now and it's about time I gave the guys in my life some credit...for dealing with this:

{Me} ...and all of the shit that comes with it.

Thank you.

 

 

  

I'm sorry for the yelling, and the punching, and the crying, and the swearing, and the indecisiveness. I really love you all a lot. If you're not in a picture, it's because we don't have one, and that's ridiculous.