Where's Waffles?
WAFFLES: Bet you can't find me, Boss!
KATIE: Bet I don't want to, Waffles.
WAFFLES: Ok! What do you wanna bet? Like money or treats or Glogirly's pillow? And how many? Like a lot or–
KATIE: Waffles, I don't want to bet. I'm busy.
WAFFLES: But you said bet.
KATIE: That's not what I meant.
WAFFLES: But you said bet.
KATIE: You already said that.
WAFFLES: But–
KATIE: Really, Waffles???
WAFFLES: BET - BET - BET - BET - BET - BET...
WAFFLES: BET - BET - BET!
Spring in Colorado is like an amusement park ride. One minute you're riding through blue skies, sunshine, and puffy clouds. The next minute it's raining, no wait, hailing, no wait, thunder-snowing!
Sunday afternoon was so foggy we couldn't even see our driveway. Mother Nature isn't quite sure what she wants yet. But that's ok. Every day is a pretty day in the mountains. Even when our eyes are closed and we're deep into our catnaps.










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