WAFFLES: Nothing to see here. Other than a handsome mancat hanging on my favorite chair with the snow freshies out the window behind me.
ELLIE: What are snow freshies, Mr. Waffles?
WAFFLES: That’s what Glogirly calls it when she races to the ski area after it’s been snowing. Powder. Pow-pow. You know, freshies.
ELLIE: This is what I like to do when there’s freshies.
Despite the ginormous snowdrift outside the bathroom window, we’re still way behind with snowfall this season. But we got a few new inches, which means freshies tomorrow morning at the ski hill!
So you-know-who will be donning her kitty helmet and powder skis!