Bear-ing my soul.

Just for the record, I don't believe in reincarnation. But I re-found this, which I love, today and, in the highly unlikely event that any of my female readers haven't seen it before I thought it worth posting. Enjoy.

In my next life

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.
Yup ..... Gonna be a bear.