Faithful readers know that QG is not exactly a shrinking violet. How is it then that the entire time (20 years) we've lived in this house I have not had my own desk?
El Jefe has a whole study of his own, complete with desk, printer/scanner/fax with dedicated phone line, giant monitor and bookshelves so he can work at home. Which he does several hours every day.
Moi, on the other hand, produced countless reports, memos, adult Sunday school lessons, and all the household accounts on the kitchen table or the little built-in desk in the kitchen. My office supplies and a plastic portable file holder are stuffed into a little closet.
So this weekend I'm with my SIL in a furniture store and there's a sale. And a pretty little desk that will fit either into El Jefe's study ( El Jefe makes a frowny face here) or our bedroom (El Jefe makes a happy face here). There was a nice chair and desk lamp with it on the floor display. It called my name. So I bought it. All!
Babs wonders why I don't use the computer desk upstairs. Because it is in the family room with the big TV and everyone who watches TV up there likes to use it to check their email or surf the web, that's why. It's not just mine.
The desk should come in about 30 days, and though it's not a room of my own, I'll settle for a desk. About time, too.