This is my desk
That pin you see on my desk. I stole it from Michelle's desk because it ticks her off. It's fun. She knows when a pin has wandered off the reservation. She keeps
I fly by the seat of my pants.
This is Michelle's desk
I think I'm going to toss my cookies.
Michelle flies with a double spaced bullet pointed itinerary in a labeled manila folder. zzzzzzzzzz...
But wait, there's more. Are things really as they appear?
This is my desk drawer
This is Michelle's drawer
While my desk, to the untrained eye, may appear to be a mess and Michelle's desk appears to be organized, you need to know that there are more layers to that onion than meets the eye.
Just something I needed to get off my chest on this first Monday of the new year.
So, when Michelle begins to hurl insults my way as she catches me looking through the "files" on my desk, I fight back with the cold hard truth. Her desk is like that duck on the pond. Looking rather smooth up top, but peddling like Lance Armstrong underneath.
Fight fire with fire baby.
Our friend Melissa recently called Michelle "Pandora". That's because Michelle is a trouble maker. She revels in stirring the pot. Pandora fits her desk as well, and now it's my turn to stir the pot.
PS. Michelle will see this post when you do, and if my next post is more than a few days away please call the authorities.