I have 4 brothers. I have always wanted a sister. So bad that I cried when I found out that Garrison was going to be another brother when he was born. And it is not the last time I have cried either. Luckily, I have been blessed with good brothers. Brothers who are willing to do a little extra to try and provide me with some sort of a sisterly bond that my heart so yearns for. For example. Years ago when I was just an awkward, dramatic girl in junior high, it was 'the worst day ever.' Everything sucked. And the only way it would get better would be if I had a sister. Minutes later, the third brother, Jake, entered my room in one of my old cheerleading outfits and a wig. "Hi Kacey! It's me! Your sister! Jackie!" hahaha Well. As I was in Matt and Keaton's room, I noticed 2 sticks of deodorant.
Can you guess who's is Secret's "Truth or Pear"?
Matthew, the first brother, claims "There's nothing wrong with smelling like an angel!" When Matt came home from his mission, he developed a liking for the scent of my deodorant. So much that he started to use it. So much that even when I would hide it in my underwear drawer to avoid finding man armpit hairs in MY deodorant, he would find it again and use it. He has finally bought his own and continues to smell beautiful. However, I've decided that if having a sister means sharing your deodorant...(sick).... I'll stick with my brothers.