
When we went to Lake Tahoe, we stayed in a condo that was bearly decorated.

It started outside the front door, when there was a door mat for wiping bear feet.

However, in case you missed the not so hidden meaning on the door mat, reinforcement was hung right inside the front door.

Inside the condo, the walls were definitely . . . well . . . bear.

Before you bear off in the wrong direction due to darkness, there was a light switch to help you get your bearings.

There were not one, but two coat racks . . .

to help bear your belongings. However, once rid of your coat, you could have bear arms.

I was beginning to think that the person who adorned this ursine utopia must have thought himself or herself to be a real Yogi of home decor.

However, I thought the whole place was one big Boo Boo. (Okay, I'm really fishing for puns.)

It doesn't bear repeating . . .

so I'll just give the bear facts.

This condo only had the bear necessities.

Pretty soon, everything in the condo started to bear a certain resemblance.

Just when you would think, I cannot bear to see another one . . .

there would be yet another, bearing bottles . . .

or bearing magazines.

I don't want to bruin any surprises, or be the bearer of bad news, but . . .

the throw pillows appeared to be threadbear.

I bear witness that this condo's decor was more than I could bear.

I honestly began to wonder how someone could bear the cost of this decorating spree.

I wondered if it started with just a few bears, and then friends came bearing gifts.

Or could it be that they started with a few items, and they began bearing fruit?

Bear with me as we are almost done, but I am not close to running out of puns.

It was nice to see some bears bearing one another up.

I saw some pieces that looked more like the great soul bearitone, Beary White (because they are beary large), or . . .

Beary Manilow (because it is beary tall and beary thin).

But my favorite was a piece that bears resemblance to Bearak Obama.
It seems that this has gotten quite grizzly. I can bear testimony that I, alone, bear the blame and responsibility. This has been my cross to bear. However, I won't let it bear down on me. If I was truly worried about embearassing myself, I never would have beared my soul. Now, can somebody give me a great, big bear hug?