I have to dash, because I have to scream over to my old workplace and fill out some papers before I scream over to my old, old workplace and work. Dude, I know. You think I don't know? Because I do. Don't they realize I have a blog and cannot be doing such confusing things?
I had to work late yesterday, as I predicted, and when I got home at about 7:30, you'd have thought I was Ashley Wilkes returning from the war. I know I always use Ashley Wilkes, but it's a good example. This was the calmest picture I got of Edsel upon my return. And yes, that table is a mess. Look. I've worked almost 7 hours this week. I'm exhausted. And apparently in need of two kinds of floss.
Somehow I managed to capture Tallulah being calm, which could have something to do with the fact that she was calm. It was raining, so she had rain head from being let out as soon as I got home. Edsel similarly had rain head, but his constant gyrating and smiling dried him off faster.
Poor Talu. It must suck to be the only person with dignity in the whole house. If it were up to her, that mess on the coffee table would be cleaned up, too.
You can really see my hobbies on that coffee table. Filing, flossing, squirting the dogs. Ned's coffee table is an archaeological dig of his life in the last three months. My suspicion was that before that, he'd been cleaning up in order to impress me, but since June he's let his freak flag fly. On his table is a letter from me, written to thank him for my birthday present IN JULY, various pieces of mail and notes to himself (he has one that just reads, "LUNCH," as though he might otherwise forget it exists) and flyers from a plethora of things that got his attention in the spring.
He claims it's just a particularly busy time for him and that usually he's pretty tidy, but I guess we'll all find out, since I intend to report on the State of the Coffee Table occasionally. I might even report on the occasional table.
Bah.
Are you tidy or not? What's on your desk or coffee table right now? Tell me. You can even send in a photo if you're inclined.
I am off. To turn my papers in. Finally, the mystery of "Is June really an American citizen" will be solved.
June and her fake SS card, out.
