On May 5th, I thought, “Gee, I haven’t featured any of many bears we named eight years ago.” No, actually, I did not think that concisely. I believe I stumbled on this blue bear, wondered if her were named, flipped him over to look at his butt . . . and saw his label: Sadistic Blue. Then I thought, “Aha, I’ve been lax and now I can catch up a little on bear butt listing.” Well, I thought something like that.
So I photographed his face which inspired his name and his butt with the label and posted the pictures.
Later I went to the store and got dye to cover the gray in my hair. We left it on and I think it is too dark . . . and shows the classic red flashes of “I colored my hair and goofed up syndrome.” So now I am more aware of it – and more aware of it’s limpness, thinness and very skinny (what they call ‘fine’ ) texture.
Yesterday was a bummer on many levels and on top of it – sort of literally – hung my limp hair.
I happened to spy Sadistic Blue sometime in the afternoon – and I wonder if showing his butt photo had been a grave error. Maybe he had a hand in the coloring being less than optimal. Can you piss off a stuffed bear?
Oh, rats, I did not know he was reading over my shoulder.
“STUFFED!!!” he yelled and gave my hair a jerk. I think I need to be careful today.
Sadistic Blue was a happy go-lucky polar bear who had the misfortune to condition his fur with what turned out to be little old lady blue rinse.