2 weeks ago was my husband’s birthday, I tell you what, I had run into a real situation. I couldn’t think of any good ideas and I wanted it to be special. He is just one of these really technical guys. Currently its all on the subject of ipods, laptops, smart phones and devices that I can neither remember nor appreciate. And furthermore, if he actually desires it, he just goes to the store and gets it himself. I make an effort not to think about the amount of cash that goes towards this.
Then, I was downstairs trying to create any type of headway in tidying his office, when I finally realized that the answer had been staring me in the face. To explain this, permit me describe his office first. My husband’s office is the dark, dank pit of everything is unholy. One can find piles of documents all over the place, stacks of books, file folders, paperclips, post-its, you name the office supply and it is scattered in there somewhere. And am I allowed to lay a hand on any of the papers or books? Oh, no! All of it is where it is for a reason, he would be unable to find several hours of work and that would be a travesty for him So I dust them lightly and sanitize on all sides of them, delicately throwing away any litter that clearly does not include notes on it (he just loves to use napkins for his brainwork).
