ELLIE: Mr. Waffles! Take a look at all this white stuff! Seems like sugar! …like a LOT of sugar!
WAFFLES: It is snow, Ellie. A LOT of snow. A LOTTA LOTTA snow.
ELLIE: What are we intended to do with it? Make snow angels? Consume it?
WAFFLES: I’m going to cross at the snow angels. And consuming it’s lovely overestimated. Tastes like tremendous chilly water.
WAFFLES: I am certain Glogirly’s going snowboarding day after today.
ELLIE: Like out of doors? Within the snow???
WAFFLES: That is the normal concept. She straps the ones large sticks onto her ft and swooshes down the mountain.
ELLIE: You imply on objective???
WAFFLES: She’s a little bit loopy.
Snow Day!
We had our greatest snowstorm on the space this season! Nearly 15″! We even were given extra snow than our native ski house. …Glogirly must have strapped on the ones large sticks and skied down our driveway!
It is been a overdue begin to our snowy iciness. We are doing our snow dance and hoping for a lot, a lot more!
Ski like a cat woman!