Can you tell I am freaking out about something in the above photo?? I totally was freaking out about something wedding related to Mr. Bear (this was taken the morning of our wedding) and the sad part is that it was something not worth freaking out about.
I have to be honest about something… I have serious anxiety issues. Like heart racing, stomach reeling, mind racing over nothing anxiety.
I have some pretty pathetic issues.
Mr. Bear comes home late Friday night…
Until then you can find me with my crisco on my doorknobs, stilletos turned heel side up in front of my bedroom door (obviously I think I am Kevin from Home Alone), and a very smelly frizzy haired Mrs. Bear with gas station coffee breath, dirty fingernails, and Reese’s smeared on her cheek. Pretty picture, huh?