Scruffy and lifes ups and downs...

When I woke this morning, I heard Barnes asking Scruffy what was wrong with his balloon?

By the time Buster and I got downstairs,

This bear is thankful for...

 

Just like the pilgrims were thankful for the feast they shared with the Indians, as a bear I am thankful for...

Honey...
I am thankful for honey. Around here, there are so many bears, that mom and dad always use code when speaking of honey. They call it "H", I think they are afraid of a bearpede.

Met a bee, but no honey...

We were recently at Chuckles house for a BBQ. We had Bro T's car as he had borrowed our truck. We also had the back seat bears Boston and Benzer along for the ride, but they stayed in the car. I took along the Peoria girls to the BBQ as I was allowed one guest, but I didn't think they would mind if both of the girls came. They wanted to see their mom, because they were missing her a bit. Bro T came and brought Scruffy along.

Scruffy told me all about his greeting.

Wow, look at the size of the flowers my cousin
bought his wife. He must love her a lot!

It seems baby Ethan had given Scruffy quite a greeting before we arrived. Four big kisses and some hugs. Upon hearing this, the girls, ever afraid of baby drool, weren't so sure they wanted to sit with in Ethan's reach. So they each chose a tall speaker on which to perch.

Spelling Bees and honey...

Last night mom suggested that we watch the National Spelling Bee Final. I thought perhaps since it was a bee, bees were somehow involved. Usually when bees are around there might also be honey. So since bears like honey, me and the guys settled in to watch.

Turns out it was just kids spelling words, no bees, and no honey! I guess bees can't spell. Just a lot of strange words that we'd never heard before. I think those kids learned a bunch of words they will never hear or use again. They will of course always remembear