Monday, August 21, 2017

This Counting Firewood is Making Me Sleepy

WAFFLES:  So Boss, just how much firewood did we get?


KATIE: A cord.

WAFFLES:  A cord? You mean like ribbon and rope and stuff? We're not supposed to have any ribbon and rope, you know. 

KATIE:  No, Waffles. A cord is a measurement for wood. It's 8 feet wide by 4 feet deep by 4 feet tall. It's the equivalent of 128 cubic feet.  


WAFFLES:  That's too much math, Boss. Besides, what do we need with 128 feet?


KATIE:  Well, Glogirly probably has enough shoes for 128 feet.


Sunday at the Splitter
Glogirly had grand plans of taking some beauty photos of Katie & Waffles, but at the last minute she heard from a canyon neighbor she was buying firewood from that he was ready to bring everything over to the house. Would you believe he drove it all the way from Minneapolis, Kansas to Colorado? We didn't even know there was a Minneapolis in Kansas!

That's our driveway where the nice woodman is splitting all the logs. He and Glogirly stacked up everything around the corner of the garage for easy access this winter. That gunk on her face is sawdust and dirt. Not exactly the beauty regimen she had planned for.

It's aged hardwood. All oak. And from what we hear it burns clean and long. It better, considering how incredibly heavy it is. Nearly 4,000 pounds.

No wonder Glogirly took 3 Advil and went to bed before the sun even set. She better set her alarm so she doesn't miss the eclipse!

Oh, and see that little fish on the split wood? Our woodman bought his splitter from a guy that had a Jesus fish symbol attached to the inside of it so every time you split a log, it embosses the little fish into the end of the wood. Guess we'll be having a lot holy fires this winter!

Maybe we can get him a cat symbol for next year.



Friday, August 18, 2017

Kitchen Counter on a Technicality

WAFFLES:  Whoa, Boss! This thing is magic! It's, it's...moving. I think it's alive!


KATIE:  It's the kitchen faucet, Waffles. Hardly alive. What, did you turn it on with your paw again?


WAFFLES:  You mean by touching this handle thingy? 

KATIE:  You know you're not supposed to be on the kitchen counter, right?


WAFFLES:  I'm not on the counter, Boss. I'm on the windowsill by the counter. 


KATIE:  I've taught you well Waffles. My work here is done.


About Today's Photos
It's true. House rules state that no cat should be on the kitchen counter. At least when anyone is looking. But with a kitchen sink the size of Texas and cupboard to cupboard windows, Katie and Waffles have found a way around those so-called rules. 



Wednesday, August 16, 2017

Scratching Pole Dancing

WAFFLES:  Is Gloman really going back to Minneapolis today, Boss?


KATIE:  Not if I have anything to do about it.

WAFFLES:  Whaddaya mean, Boss?


*cue pole dancing music*

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WAFFLES:  Wow, Boss. I didn't know you had it in you–



About Today's Photos
Usually when Gloman packs his suitcase, Katie and Waffles are right there ready to help. But today, when he started gathering up his camera gear and t shirts, Katie all of a sudden got a little frisky. So frisky in fact, she launched into one of her most spirited pole dances ever. 

Perhaps it was her way of trying to charm Gloman into staying. And it was a valiant effort. But sadly, he's catching an early morning flight and will be back in MN in time for breakfast. 

Not to worry though...he's coming back in just a couple of weeks to celebrate their wedding anniversary. And the anniversary of when Katie was adopted. 

Travel safe, Gloman! We love you!


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