A friend sent me this. I don’t know where she got it, but it sums up exactly how I feel this morning. The temperature is hovering around the freezing mark, the snow is falling, the wind is howling, and all I want to do is go back to bed and stay there until spring.
I Wish I Was A Bear
If you’re a bear, you can 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.
Your husband expects you to growl when you wake up.
He expects you to have hairy leags and excess body fat.
I wish I was a bear.