In my next life....I want to be a bear.If 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.
If you're a bear, you birth your children (who are the size of walnuts) while you're sleeping and wake up to partially grown, cute cuddly cubs. I could definitely deal with that.
If you're a mama 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.
8 comments:
I loved this post!
It sounds like the perfect life until you consider you could end up as a rug. ;o)
Oh dear one you are absolutely very entertaining. I will laugh the rest of the day after reading this. Go Bear Go!!!!!Peace
This is sooo funny, Monica! Sign me up for bear-hood, will ya?
Me too - wait a minute - maybe I already am a bear - let me check.
A very excellent life philosophy.
I am all for the bearhood, except I don't wanna be a rug.
Who of you does not fully realize that you are already a RUG?
Oh Monica, this is a GREAT post. Did you make this up? I hurt from laughing.
Gee guys I am so glad I posted this...it was in my archives of things people have emailed me though the years that I enjoyed...I'm not clever enough to have made it up myself:):)
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