WAFFLES: Hey Boss, how does that John Denver song go again?
KATIE: Please tell me you're NOT going to break out in song. Again.
WAFFLES: Oh wait! I remember. ♩♬ Colorado rocky mountain high... ♩♬
WAFFLES: I've seen it raining chickens from the sky. ♩♬ La la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la, something 'bout a lullabyeeeeeeeeee... ♩♬Rocky mountain–
WAFFLES: Uh oh. I don't think the next verse has anything about how to get down from my Rocky mountain high.
About Today's PhotosLocking himself in the powder room was Waffles' thing when we lived in our Minneapolis townhouse. But since we don't technically have a powder room here in Colorado, he's had to find a new thing.
His new thing still involves bathroom shenanigans. One of his favorite spots is on top of the door and door frame leading from the bathroom to the master closet. He's been doing it for a while now, and despite the quizzical look on his face, he's become pretty skilled at the harrowing maneuver. Even so, Glogirly drops whatever she's doing and runs for the stepstool to perform the bathroom door rescue operation.
That stepstool sees a LOT of action.
Our Rocky Mountain High
Pretty sure this is what John Denver was singing about. This is a photo taken on a day we were experiencing what's called an "inversion." That's when a cloud cover hangs below us as opposed to above us. In the flats, bout 3000' down from us in elevation it will be completely cloudy and as much as 15 degrees colder than up here at our house. Glogirly loves these days because of how the clouds look like water. And it usually means it's sunny up top too.
No tomorrow though! A winter blizzard is moving in FAST.