From my Grace Notes book:
You have to take time to live. Living takes time. - Eleanor MacMillan Brown
Clearly, this woman hasn't seen my schedule.
The rest of this blog has nothing to do with that quote... I just liked it and thought I'd share. You have now seen how my brain works -- disjointed and utterly without organization. Be afraid, be very afraid.
So... moving on...
I have a confession to make: I have a fetish. No, not that kind -- pick your mind up out of the gutter.
My fetish? I love office supplies. I could spend hours in the local Staples store. If I had a bigger office, a bigger desk, I could be in trouble. I used to do the purchasing for my sales office before I was manager, and would nearly moan with pleasure when I looked through the catalog. See all the pretty sticky notes, the wide variety of pens and file folders. oooooohhhh..... (*fans self*)
I fed my fetish this past week by buying my daughters curriculum and school supplies. She's pretty much through her second grade curriuculum, and we aren't through with school yet, so I had to go buy some. It came in the mail a few days ago, and I couldn't wait to rip into it. To smell the freshly printed pages. To glance through the workbooks.
I'm one sick puppy.
Still, it wasn't enough, and I'm beginning to feel the urge to go to Staples again. I mean, they sent me my rebate check from my Staples Rewards card. I have to go spend it, right? So what if I don't really need anything (though I am getting a little short on printer paper).
I need my fix.
Anyone else out there have weird obsessions?
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