MDH and I met in May of 2000 when she came to work for us. There were only 3 of us upstairs in "The Little White House", and we hit it off. She retired in 2006 to start a family, and unlike a lot of office friendships, we have maintained contact and manage to get together for a long lunch every couple of months. The difference between us and my graphic is that I talk and she listens. :-) Like she told me today, diapers don't make too engaging a conversation. It was so very good to see her and talk. I do still miss her at work, but am happy, happy, happy for her.
One was made of firehose material, supposedly so it couldn't be destroyed. They lied. It's completely destuffed, but she does play with the carcass. Another is called Big Brute, and admittedly, it did take her longer to destuff that toy. (2nd pic.) I will be restuffing it since she gets such joy out of destuffing toys. The yellow duck ... it has 9 different squeakers in it. I'm only giving it to her at certain times to play with. Then it goes on top of the bookcase for her to play with later. Of course, she'll sit and stare at the 'special' toys on top of the bookcase.
Time to rest so I'm ready to be at the theatre for the next 10 days straight.
TTFN!
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