This morning when I kissed Nutmeg goodbye and left for work, she said, "Have fun elebator."
That left me wondering during my entire 4-hour workday. She came to my office last week and rode the elevator several times, and enjoyed it. Does she know where I go when I leave? And does she think I'm just riding the elevator up and down, up and down, gleefully calling out, "dink!" the way she likes to?
TONIGHT…ONE NIGHT ONLY…
20 hours ago
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