him: “If you were a bear, what kind would you be?”
me, without hesitation: “Kodiak.”
him: “Holy shit!”
me: “What the fuck, you wanted me to say something cutesy like ‘panda bear’? After the week I’ve had, I’m ready to kill every camper in a 100-mile radius of me.”
pause
me: “So. What kind would YOU be?”
him: “Polar bear.”
me: “Why, because it’s cold?”
him: “That and they’re kinda mellow, they hang out….. y’know.”
me: “They can be just as violent as a Kodiak bear. I mean, I could be a polar bear, too, but right now, I’m just really feeling the Kodiak.”
I’d say that’s a good way to sum up Unemployment, Week One. Kodiak Bear.
I’m thinking of you. Your bear story is cute. Isn’t it great to have someone so close to support you when you’re miserable? My husband is like that too. It makes hard times “bearable.” (Sorry for the horrible pun)