My boyfriend, the carebear

My boyfriend says he is a carebear.
I say, I don't care what bear he thinks he is. As long as he acknowledges the fact that he is a carebear, I don't really bother which type.

Transformation of the carebear:

12 years ago:
















Over the years (doesn't he look soooo CYT?)















Hibernation...















The slow transformation:

The final product...

Yay! Isn't it fun, to have a care bear as a boyfriend? As in a real care bear??

Anyhow, thanks to all who messaged and left comments for me. I am not sure if I replied every single one of the birthday wishes. Been really tired the entire day.

Anyhow, tomorrow, I will blog about my day today.

Now, I'm just toooooo tired.