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 definately 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.
(sent to me by my sister many years ago, and held onto for the bad times- it usually cheers me up. Enjoy your day Sister Bears!)