I keep forgetting "morning" has a smell

[beckersher]

but that’s because I’m never up earlier enough to smell it except when I’m camping. So this morning, while I’m standing out on the porch, drinking my first cup of the day, I keep expecting to hear Tom’s voice telling me Gooooooood morning, campers! over a tinny speaker system and then, in a humourous way (that totally isn’t funny when all you want to do is sleep), telling me to wake myself up and get my booty down to the Chuck for some breakfast. So, again, with my cuppa coffee and my green plaid pjs this morning, I get a hankerin’ to jump on some sleepy campers to wake them up as obnoxiously as possible. I have no campers in my house. All I had this morning was Carol. I pinched her big toe.

It wasn’t a very satisfying amount of “obnoxious”.

Eh. We’re off to Vancouver this morning. By road! Hopefully we don’t die. Wish us luck!