Older brothers. I
have 3 of them and they are each super special in their own way.
Today is my
turn to talk about Drewby. He's my brother right above me, actually 22 months
older (not a full 2 years as some might assume).
Growing up Drew was my favorite sibling; I loved him the most and did everything with him. FALSE!!! Growing up Drew was...well to put it simply a meanie pants. He was older so it was his job to torture me (and the rest of my younger siblings). He was very good at what he did.
You want an explanation of how mean? Mean enough to unscrew every board that made mine and Seth's tree house stay together and fail at building one for him. Meanie enough to make me dive into freezing what because he said he would to but he didn't. Mean enough to always dump my clean clothes all over my room because he "needed" the basket they were in.
When Drew first got his permit I was so upset because I didn't want him to drive because first of all it was really scary and second of all I couldn't and Drew shouldn't get to do something that I couldn't do. The worst was when I had to rely on him for rides. Talk about bribing. Drew wouldn't take me anywhere unless I bribed him.
We had our ways to get him back though. We would torture him with the smell of bananas or call him awesome nicknames that he didn't like or try to be clever and do something random.
But that was then. Now we have put aside {most} of our differences and our friends.
Drew is a good boy now. Still Mom's favorite though I have to admit.
I've been gone for 298 days and I miss Drew like crazy. He's such a crazy cool older brother.
There's so much I could say about him but I don't want this to sound like an obituary.
Let's just say that he's my older brother and I gotta love him. Even though have our disputes and stuff in the end I'll always think he's awesome and be do happy he's my brother.
Drew, I heard this poem once and it fit you perfect.
Roses are red
Violets are blue
If I had your face I'd be in the zoo.
No, it's your birthday, I should be nice.
I saw your face while I was dreaming............that's why I woke up screaming.
For real, I wrote this just for you Drew. You better read it.
Drew's my brother
Born of the same mother
Sometimes he's mean
And not peachy keen
He's likes motorcycles
他沒有 freckles
The girls like him
He goes to Jim.........'s
He's a hard worker
He's a horrible searcher
My rhymes are lame
Kinda like Drew's basketball skills
He's Moms favorite kid
He's right in the mid
He beat me up
I threw a cup
I'm in Taiwan
He's in Madison
Stinks to be us
Maybe I'll take a bus
Scooby-Doo-Face is his name
It brings him lots of shame
This is so stupid
It's really lateid
Growing up Drew was my favorite sibling; I loved him the most and did everything with him. FALSE!!! Growing up Drew was...well to put it simply a meanie pants. He was older so it was his job to torture me (and the rest of my younger siblings). He was very good at what he did.
You want an explanation of how mean? Mean enough to unscrew every board that made mine and Seth's tree house stay together and fail at building one for him. Meanie enough to make me dive into freezing what because he said he would to but he didn't. Mean enough to always dump my clean clothes all over my room because he "needed" the basket they were in.
When Drew first got his permit I was so upset because I didn't want him to drive because first of all it was really scary and second of all I couldn't and Drew shouldn't get to do something that I couldn't do. The worst was when I had to rely on him for rides. Talk about bribing. Drew wouldn't take me anywhere unless I bribed him.
We had our ways to get him back though. We would torture him with the smell of bananas or call him awesome nicknames that he didn't like or try to be clever and do something random.
But that was then. Now we have put aside {most} of our differences and our friends.
Drew is a good boy now. Still Mom's favorite though I have to admit.
I've been gone for 298 days and I miss Drew like crazy. He's such a crazy cool older brother.
There's so much I could say about him but I don't want this to sound like an obituary.
Let's just say that he's my older brother and I gotta love him. Even though have our disputes and stuff in the end I'll always think he's awesome and be do happy he's my brother.
Drew, I heard this poem once and it fit you perfect.
Roses are red
Violets are blue
If I had your face I'd be in the zoo.
No, it's your birthday, I should be nice.
I saw your face while I was dreaming............that's why I woke up screaming.
For real, I wrote this just for you Drew. You better read it.
Drew's my brother
Born of the same mother
Sometimes he's mean
And not peachy keen
He's likes motorcycles
他沒有 freckles
The girls like him
He goes to Jim.........'s
He's a hard worker
He's a horrible searcher
My rhymes are lame
Kinda like Drew's basketball skills
He's Moms favorite kid
He's right in the mid
He beat me up
I threw a cup
I'm in Taiwan
He's in Madison
Stinks to be us
Maybe I'll take a bus
Scooby-Doo-Face is his name
It brings him lots of shame
This is so stupid
It's really lateid
Anyway, Happy Birthday Broseph!!! Love you like a desert loves water.
Your favorite little sister <3
Drea :)
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