O.O

And how many of you are going… say what?

But I’m serious…when was your last sleepover?  Not for your kids, but you.  As in a friend crashed at your place.  And you just talked.  I just had one of those.  And it was kind of fun.  As in we stayed up talking until… um…5 am?

You see, in mostly joking manner, without completely realizing just how obsessively organized this lady is, I mentioned to my friend aka admin aka sanity saver Nicole that I could desperately use some help when my new desk arrived.  It’s not exactly a desk-it’s like a writing desk, with two hutches, a filing cabinet, etc.  Up until Saturday, I’d had one metal filing cabinet, a rolltop desk and I made do by shoving everything here, there, putting it into the attic.  But I had next to no place to keep things organized here-as in right around me.  (Still working on that).

But Nicole, being obsessively organized, when it comes to books and such, wanted to do this.  Granted, I think she probably enjoyed the opportunity to pick my brain about books and such.  And since she’s fairly close, but not entirely close…anyway, long story short, she wanted to come help, come talk, and we decided she’d just come up.  And there were margaritas.

We talked. Until 5am.

We got up between 8:30 and 9:00, and then took the kids to breakfast…the DH had to work.  We came home and I alternately griped about the desk not arriving and moped, while she laughed at me.

When the desk got here, we got it positioned where I needed it-this was a mad rush because I wanted it done BEFORE the DH got home.  And then…she organized my shelves.  It was disturbing.  She used a list.  People… a list.  Is that normal?

But, normal or not, the shelves are neat.  And I’ve got organization.

Yes, take note of the toys on the floor.  I’m still trying to get across the point that this is my office… sigh.  Anyway…I had a sleepover, I got organization.  Nicole?  She got pizza and books and info. And margaritas.