Shrekerella

Up and at em early. 530 am is when the feet hit the hardwood. Did my exercises had a bowl of shred, some toast, tea, light reading. Easy way to start the day. Mind is relatively clear. Nothing pressing at work. Should be an easy going Tuesday.

Snow storm is expected tonight. One of those “could get a little, could get a lot” kind of ambiguous forecasts. We've had no snow this season, the shovel is still on its hook in the garage.

Cam was in good spirits again. Kris’ first client was at 7am, so Cam got to see mom when she woke up. Both of them were all smiles. Cam planted a “daddy kiss” on mom, which is Cam imitating how I kiss Kris. It’s funny. And weird.

She puckers up. Presses her lips on Kris’ lips and holds them there as she swivels her head side to side. It’s cute, disturbing, and a little insulting. I don’t kiss that way! Cam has it all wrong. First, you have to keep the lips soft and supple. Then she displayed way too much swivel—it was all herky jerky. She’s a terrible kisser!

Anyway, Cam is making me laugh. She’s watched so many Disney films that she’s amalgamating the titles. Her latest request: “Sleeping Beauty and the Beast.” I think she’s onto something. Disney should intertwine a few plot lines to make things interesting:

Lady and Seven Dwarves: Prissy puppy works coalmine, contracts emphasema.

Jungle Dalmations: Conspicuous dogs “spotted” by hungry pythons.

Winnie in Wonderland: Bear eats acid-laced honey, chases bouncing tiger.

Shrekerella: Ogre eats pumpkin carraige and contents inside.

Maybe you have a few?