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My DD (6) wanted to take pictures of me this morning...so I had a bit off fun with the results. My friend sent this poem awhile back and I thought it would be fun to add it. The poem is:
Gonna Be A Bear

In this life, I’m a woman.
In my next life, I’d like to come back as a bear.
When you’re a bear, you 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 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 have hairy legs and excess body fat.

Yup….gonna be a bear!


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