I thought about titling this post
‘bear with me’
‘he’s no grizzly’
‘I love you beary much’
Then I stopped myself from such ridiculous cheese.Â Come on.Â I’m almost 38 years old.Â According to the dictionary a cheesy person is, “marked by an obvious lack of style or good taste.”
So here I am.Â And here is my little cuddly grizzly bear.Â Cheese and all.
And yes, I will freely admit that oneÂ year I sent out a Christmas card with a huge cut-out bear that said, “Beary Christmas!”Â I know. I know.
HERE is a Valentine’s Day card with Mason in the same outfit.
Once a cheese, always a cheese.