My lists have lists.
I lost my desk again.
I started scrapbooking on the dining room table. Then we had company. My scrapbooking stuff has taken over my office.
Bill wanted my office.
He's not getting it.
And no. I don't think that by keeping it messy will keep him from usurping it (that's the second time today I've used the word "usurping" - make that 3).
I must have a fear of clean spaces.
Yup. That must be it.
At least it gives me something to blog about.