Pillow Fort Fun

WAFFLES:  I see you, Mr. Fetch Toy. You can run, but you can't hide. 

KATIE:  Are you seriously having a conversation with your fetch toy, Waffles? Do you expect "him" to talk back? 

WAFFLES:  OMG, Boss! He's floating! He must have magic superpowers!

KATIE:  Magic superpowers? Perhaps you just tossed it in the air in the middle of your twirling and chortling. Did you ever think of that?

WAFFLES:  I wasn't chortling, Boss. I was talking to Mr. Fetch Toy.

KATIE: Exactly.

WAFFLES:  He's magic, you know. 

KATIE:  If he's so magic, how come he hasn't made himself disappear? Oh wait, that's right– You haven't stuck him under the fridge with the 37 other fetch toys yet. 

WAFFLES:  Wow, Boss. He's got a big family. 

Laundry Day Just Got Even BETTER
Glogirly washed the sheets today. So that means the day was totally awesome, what with the promise of warm sheets and pillowcases fresh out of the laundry basket. While everything was washing and drying, she did something we can't even believe she hasn't done before. She built a PILLOW FORT. Right on top of the bed.



Waffles was the first to discover it. He thought it was so cool that he took off and found one of the few fetch toys that isn't stuck under the fridge, then darted back into the fort with it. He loves to push his toys under and around things and then stalk them. This was SO much fun inside the pillow fort he was twirling and chortling the whole time Glogirly was clicking away with her camera.


Meanwhile, Katie indulged in a little undercover play with the fresh sheets. That's her favorite part of laundry day.


Eventually, no matter where Katie is playing, Waffles is quick to find her and join in. Or at least attempt to join in.

Bomb Cyclone Driveway Drama Part Two

WAFFLES:  Hey Boss? Is the tow truck guy still stuck in our driveway? I'm starting to get hungry. 

KATIE:  He's still there. We're still trapped. And will likely starve.

WAFFLES:  He's been there like forever. What...did he camp in our driveway last night? He could have at least brought us snacks.

KATIE:  Waffles, he was stuck. How's he supposed to bring us snacks?

WAFFLES:  I can dream, can't I?

KATIE:  How about you start dreaming about him getting unstuck instead of wasting all your time counting chicken drummies?

WAFFLES:  Counting chicken drummies is never wasting time, Boss. 

One, two, three, seven, elebenty hundred...

Driveway Drama Part Deux
In case you missed the excitement of our Bomb Cyclone Snowmageddon last week, including our Driveway Drama Part One, you might want to click on back so you can get up to speed on all the craziness.

OR, here are the highlights -

• HUGE Bomb Cyclone snowstorm hit Denver and the Mountains with hurricane force winds and tons of heavy, wet snow last Wednesday. We had 20" at our house.
• FedEx truck got stuck coming down our road.
• Neighbor Bob #1 pulled out Fed Ex truck.
• Fed Ex truck couldn't get back up our road.
• Tow truck came to rescue FedEx truck.
• Tow truck got stuck.
• Neighbor Bob #1 attempted to pull out tow truck.
• Neighbor Bob #2 replowed the road in hopes of getting them both out.
• FedEx truck made it on it's own.
• Tow truck did not. Got stuck again. Badly stuck.
• Second tow truck came to recsue first tow truck.
• Fail.
• First tow truck spent the night in the middle of our road.

The Morning After 
Well, it was quite a show! Really, we should have made popcorn.

It took until about 1:00pm, but the tow truck AND all of his cohorts are officially OUT.

The morning after the tow truck sat stuck overnight, two more tow trucks showed up along with a flatbed truck carrying a front loader bobcat sort of thing.




They had to clear the road literally down to the dirt. They started at the top and worked their way down to the stuck truck, in hope of him being able to gun it and get out. But that was a no go.

Glogirly moved her home office to the kitchen window so she could watch through her binoculars in between design projects. At one point the stuck truck was bouncing up and down like one of those tricked out classic cars. But he was just getting buried deeper and deeper.

Eventually, they had to winch him out backward, so that gravity would be on his side. They attached a cable to a tree down below and then drew the cable in, essentially dragging him down into the middle of the road. He probably thought that was going to be it, but then he got stuck AGAIN on the other side of the road.

Lather. Rinse. Repeat.

It took some doing but eventually, the tow truck was able to back down to our house. So he was finally out, but not out really because he was still at the bottom of our road. LOL!



They had to clear the snow off the rest of our road down to the dirt. We've now got snowbanks taller than Glogirly.

Once the road was clean as a whistle, the tow truck was ready to make his escape. But not before they had to grab some shovels and dig through the five-foot mound of packed snow that they dumped on top of our propane tank access.

THEN, they were finally on their way.



When I asked my neighbor if anyone has ever been THIS stuck on our road before, he responded with, "Well, this IS pretty top tier." 🤣

Oh, and in case you're wondering what FedEx was attempting to deliver when this all began– A small box with a pair of eyebobs reading glasses. So small, it could have fit inside our mailbox at the TOP of the road.

The Bomb Cyclone Snowmageddon

KATIE:  Glogirly sure has been outside shoveling a lot today. The news is calling the big storm that hit yesterday a bomb cyclone. 

WAFFLES:  You're not supposed to say bomb, Boss. 

KATIE:  That's on a plane, Waffles. You're can't say bomb on a plane or you could get hauled off and arrested.

WAFFLES: So we can say bomb as many times as we want here?

KATIE:  Yes, but I don't know why you would. Other than in reference to the storm. 

WAFFLES:  Bomb bomb bomb, bomb bomb bomb-bomb. How's that?

KATIE: You mean other than annoying?

Holy Snowcat!
Unless you've been living under a rock, or laying out on a glorious beach, you've probably heard about the winter superstorm the meteorologists have been calling the Bomb Cyclone. The "eye" of this crazy snowmageddon was just below Denver. And up here in the mountains, we got hit with almost 20" of the white stuff.

Plowing and shoveling has been a challenge because of how heavy the snow is. And because of the hurricane force winds that accompanied the snowfall, it's like there's a thick layer of hard crust on top of all the snow.

When Glogirly was outside clearing a path so we can get the Jeep out if we need to, our sweetheart neighbor (who loves cats by the way and is one of only FOUR people that has pet Katie and lived to tell about it) came down our steep driveway on his ATV with a snowplow blade on the front to help her. Just as they were finishing up, they saw the FedEx truck coming down the road. Simultaneously they thought, "Uh oh. This may not end well."

The short version of the story is -

• FedEx truck got stuck coming down our road.
• Sweetheart neighbor Bob got his Jeep and pulled him out with a winch.
• FedEx truck made it to the house, but knew getting back up the road would be impossible.
• Waited a few hours for a tow truck to arrive.
• Tow truck got stuck.
• Sweetheard neighbor Bob helped him out.
• Another sweetheart neighbor (also named Bob) tried to widen the road by plowing a bit more.
• Tow truck tried to get up the road to see if he could make it and then help the FedEx truck.
• Tow truck failed. Once, twice, ok we lost count.
• FedEx driver gave it a go and made it out.
• Two truck got even more stuck trying to get out.
• Second tow truck arrived to pull the first tow truck out.
• Second tow truck failed. 
• The tow drivers abandoned the first truck in the middle of the road.
• The plan is to bring back TWO tow trucks tomorrow morning to try to get the first tow truck out.

All the drama started at 11am, Thursday morning. It wasn't until 8pm that the two tow truck drivers decided it was time to call it quits and try again tomorrow.


More to come!


We decided we might have to start sharing this graphic with those who are either stupid enough or brave enough to attempt our driveway and are either lucky enough or skilled enough to get out.