gee, these soldier boys

{He got his beret and was, obviously, pumped about it:)}

{My mom found this picture in a 'Don't ask, don't tell' news article. Haha!}

Alright, alright, alright. I miss my big brother a lot, a lot, a lot. All that oh-I'm-too-cool-to-be-missing-brothers is over and I miss him. 

I miss that tall boy with kind of curly hair that would drag me down the halls at school. I'd punch him in the stomach whenever I'd see him there and he wouldn't stick up for me when I was teased in Mythology class. 

But, I do miss him walking around in his boxers or his purple spandex he loved. 

Now that I think about it... did Breton ever wear pants??

You'd miss him too.

Love, this barefooted sister, Brynnie

LIPS.

You are probably reading this and thinking, 'who is she wanting to be kissed by?' or, my personal favorite assumption, 'she's 16 now...was Brynnie kissed?!'. Nope, nope, nope. Both these questions can be answered but they are lame- I'm a "sixteen sweetheart" now (as Paco called me). But, I do not want to be kissed and nobody kissed me... for now. {just jokes!}

During my algebra 2 class, I was thinking about my lips. So, naturally, I wrote them all down. {What else are we to do in Algebra 2 class? Listen? No}

I know that my bottom lip sticks out as I write.

I know I purse them as I put on my makeup.

I know I lick them when I sing; squeeze them as I sketch.

They twitch excessively as I get excited (as do my eyebrows- it's humiliating).

They get thin as I smile.

They get plump when I cry.

I get them red in the mornings.

I get loaded, painful zits on them over night.

I have a freckle on them and some boy's going to be like... mmm.... oh my, a freckle.

Lots of kisses, Brynnie :) 

"So, Brynn, are you going barefoot on your first date?"