It
is January 2, 2013 and here I lie…clumsy, grumpy, sleepy…and desperate
to stay warm and cozy in my cave (bed). No, I am not a grizzly bear, but I feel like one right now.
After two weeks of staying up late and sleeping even later, I have emerged from my post holiday sleep to the jarring clang of my alarm and
outside temperatures of 10
degrees Fahrenheit! Isn’t it bad enough that I must leave my hibernation and return to
early bedtimes and even earlier wake times?
Apparently, not! Now I must also
deal with the post hibernation horror of temperatures so cold the drips from my nose freeze my nostrils shut.
I want
to be a grizzly bear!
Don’t be confused—I don’t want to be grumpy, sleepy or hungry…I just want to hibernate in my warm, cozy cave until the temperatures outside
are as warm as the temperatures inside. I want to be cute, cozy and carefree—take
a look below. This is how I'd like to see myself:
Unfortunately, the photo above is not me. I am not feeling like a cozy, cute, fun-loving grizzly
bear. WHAT? Huh? Really, Krumbs?
Krumbs is telling me that grizzly bears are
not all fun, cozy cuteness…and hmmm, something tells me, maybe he’s right.
He’s taking me to an Imagination Café article called “Happy Campers”. The article, by Lisa Freeman, tells all about grizzly bears. Razor sharp claws as long as a man’s fingers? Seven HUNDRED pounds of body that moves as fast as a car?!? Yikes!
He’s taking me to an Imagination Café article called “Happy Campers”. The article, by Lisa Freeman, tells all about grizzly bears. Razor sharp claws as long as a man’s fingers? Seven HUNDRED pounds of body that moves as fast as a car?!? Yikes!
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