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Don’t Be a Bear
A couple of weeks ago, I did a blog post on reasons to BE a bear. The reasons were pretty good, but I still am glad I’m NOT a bear because: Don’t have to eat my friends (probably wouldn’t have friends, actually) I like my fish cooked. Prefer my honey without bugs… While the free “nap”…
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Reasons to be a Bear?
My sister and I were waiting for a herd of deer to cross the road. Seriously, it was a herd of about twenty deer. Watching them meander from one side to the other, well, I got to wondering why the large population around town doesn’t attract more predators into town. It wasn’t just a random…
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I Was Afraid of the Dark
Actually, I still am sort of afraid of the dark. If I let loose the dogs of my imagination? Yeah, totally terrified. When the sun goes down, I have to keep those dogs on a tight leash. Otherwise they render a good night’s sleep impossible, either by keeping me from sleep or invading my dreams.…
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I Was Not in This Race…
…but one of my daughters was and the hubs was there taking pictures. I had to share because I think the banner is a hoot. (I know, using hoot makes me sound old. News flash, I am old.) Though I did not run, it must be confessed, if Sasquatch was chasing me, I would run.…