A while back, I posted about my desk dilemma.
Since that time, my piles of mail stuff, camera stuff, school stuff, paper stuff, tax stuff and related stuff have continued to breed around the house. My closet, my kitchen drawer, my living room end-table, my dresser drawer and my husband’s desk have all fallen victim to my breeding piles of stuff. Considering that I am only getting more OCD-ish with age, this rampant disorganization has made me a less-than-happy camper.
Either my husband REALLY loves me, or he finally suffered a nervous breakdown from the combination of my breeding piles of stuff and harpie-like neuroses. Either way, I am doing the happy dance today, because I got a new desk!
(and it was a total bonus that I got to watch him work with the power tools….*sigh*)
My new desk is oh-so-wonderful:
Now, if I could just figure out how keep the heathens away from it, life would be perfect…
…the tape-stealing fiends…