Monday, August 22, 2005

Cross-eyed Bear

I've prided myself (ah foolish pride) on my slow aging. Vision--no bifocals here, I can run with the kids, play basketball, play tennis but.....evidently it's my hearing that is going. Last night I swore I heard dh tell S he was a cross-eyed bear. Cross-eyed bear I thought? What Papa Bear, Mama Bear, Baby Bear and Cross-eyed Bear? Ursa Strabismus? Well, never one to worry about looking foolish I squawked "Cross-eyed Bear?" He actually said S is his CROSS TO BEAR. Retiring now to call the bell-tone number!

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