Not quite Winnie-the-Pooh

This is my street. And less than an hour before this picture was taken, I had come sauntering along with Frat Boy at my heels. Okay, so he wasn't exactly at my heels, he was bounding out in front, tongue lolling, looking for the next party, but I digress.

This is mama bear and her three babies, fresh from digging through our trash for their afternoon tea. This is the same bear who last year at this time growled at me for daring to take her picture.

This is one grumpy ass mama. She's tired of her annoying children, she's tired of doing all the cooking and cleaning, and she's tired of not fitting into her jeans. There are some days (like this whole past weekend), where I can really relate ...