When you're a bear, you get to hibernate. You do nothing but sleep for six months. I could deal with that.
Before you hibernate, you're supposed to eat yourself stupid. I could deal with that, too.
When you're a girl bear, you birth your children (who are the size of walnuts) while you're sleeping and wake to partially grown, cute cuddly cubs. I could definitely deal with that.
If you're a mamma bear, everyone knows you mean business. You swat anyone who bothers your cubs. If your cubs get out of line, you swat them too. I could deal with that.
If you're a bear, your mate EXPECTS you to wake up growling. He EXPECTS that you will have hairy legs and excess body fat.
Yup...gonna be a bear.
I found this in a closet that I've been cleaning out this week. I came across it a few years ago, and since forgot about it. Apparently I liked it enough to keep it - so now I'm posting it so I can throw the paper away! But even more then that...I feel like that mamma bear today. I'd like to swat my kids AND hibernate AND eat myself stupid.... and I'm already growling. YUP...DEFINITELY gonna be a bear!
2 comments:
I think I will come back as a bear too. There are days that would be great!! I might just have to borrow it for my blog.
Ditto
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