Made it to Friday. Survived a week of birthday festivities. Survived is the wrong word. I enjoyed a great week. We’ll have to do that again on my 90th. You all come now, ya hear? Guess I should pre-arrange the festivities with my lawyer, in case I don’t make it.
And that would be today’s project. Years ago, I bought this cheap little desk at The Container Store when Carlton and I moved from one place or another. It’s not very big, but I can still get it all junked up. Carlton had an absolutely hideous 1950’s huge leather-topped monster desk that his first wife had selected. Every time we moved. It moved. He loved it. I called it The Ark of The Covenant. Death to anyone who touched it. And even worse if you opened the drawers. I gave the sucker away.
PS – I loved that man. His desk. Not so much.