Yep, I want to be a bear!

For those of us who didn’t have the relaxing weekend we had hoped for, waking up on a Monday morning is hard!

We can’t help but day dream about sleep and this email chain about coming back as a bear speaks to us on many levels.

Hibernation and eating as much as you like… Where do we sign up?

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.

Yep … Gonna be a bear.

Did you have a busy weekend?

*Author: Unknown