In My Next Life I Want To Be A Bear
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 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. He KNOWS not to get between you and the food.
Yup….. Gonna be a bear.
A Milpitas Mom’s Favorite Joke.