...I think I was a bear. Every time I sit down to paint, I'm tempted to paint a bear. Maybe I'm channeling my old friends. I also love to hibernate in the winter. Oh, and I bought gummy bears the other day.
There is also another good possibility I was a drug dog. My sense of smell is really good. Or bad. Depending on what I'm smelling. While I've never used my skill to sniff out drugs, I think I should start training myself to sniff out buried treasures. I could really use some gold bars and jewels in these crazy times. Do you think those who refer to dollar bills as bones really found the money by digging in the backyard?
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment