I really think it does. I look at the pile beside me and wonder where it all came from. It’s mail, magazines, papers from school, notebooks I write in, index cards I make notes on, things I’ve printed up…and did I mention the mail?
I’m still trying to figure out how it all ends up on my desk though. The mail is supposed to go to my husband’s desk, where the bills get paid. The papers from school are supposed to get filed promptly in the school box or pitched. My notebooks have a home. My magazines have a home. And yet, they sit on my desk and apparently spend their days engaged in lurid moments of reproduction so that the paper pile is at least an inch higher every day!
I suppose I need to sift through it and seperate the randy sheets of paper. I’m tired of having to shove them out of the way when I’m looking for something. Time to shift some of the pile to hubby’s desk so that he can watch them multiply!
(Oh, I’m gonna catch it for that comment when he reads it. lol. Oh well. Love ya, honey!)
