Famous Last Words: Up Sh*t Creek without a Paddle

Welcome Ladies and Germs, grab a seat, sit back and relax because it’s story time and boy was it a doozy of a week. In this weeks episode of my life Is chalked full exciting tale wither it be my unwilling recruitment into the unforeseen civil war against my rouge intestines, or my trek deep into the heart of bear country to clash with a colony of baby bears that had grown a little to big for their breeches. So lets dive on in.

            Lets go ahead and start with the Battle of Wounded Tummy.  This week I was graced with the sweet kiss of food poisoning to start of my Monday right, bad enough to rendering me trapped and helpless in the broken framework of a once beautiful and happy place. Although efforts seemed bleak and with faith ruining slim, I found the strength to fight back and win the battle in time to travel onward to my next fight.

            After the great victory at home, I made my way south; deep into the heart of bear country in what I thought would be nothing more than a routine expedition. Boy was I wrong however. While there I stumbled across a small colony of baby bears that, for no reason that I can think of, had grown arrogant and stubborn. It inflated their egos and the baby bears need to be brought back down to size. Now the bears did put up quite a fight, they fought with more heart then the babies should have possessed but alas it was not enough and we deemed victorious yet again. Although a battle is not won without great sacrifice, and many great men were injured on the battlefield. Luckily we have time to replenish our ranks before we must march on again