I, however, I believe. Anything is possible in this world. So possible that I even married this guy once (I think it was only once, but I've missplaced the paperwork) who had his jeans dry cleaned, starched, and pressed, weekly.
(Though I found John irritating in oh, so many ways, our windows sparkled and you could hold a dinner party on the bathroom floor.)
As Shakespeare once said, "There are more things in blah blah blah, Horatio, than are blah blah …" I’d continue this, but I can’t find the post-it.
So, here are the winners of today's work space category, titled: That's More Like It. I understand how these folks get things done. There is evidence of work in their space, though they'll never be members of my sorority. I'm featuring my club on Sunday.
Artist Shell Sheree. I have some Shell originals in my office. She would have made yesterday's cut, except the pen isn't at the proper angle.
Writer, editor, photographer Kelly Russell. Another potential for yesterday's post, except the coffee cup. It's leaving rings, you know it is.
Soilman -- British writer, journalist, gardener; ranter extraordinaire. A candidate for "Are You Shitting Me?" Are you shitting me?
Writer and college prof Margaret Finnegan. For those who know Margaret, she's our personal goddess, and has a book coming out this year.
And John. (No, not that John). This is John Sandel of We Make Movies. Now, he thought he could fool us with all the attention paid to the tidiness in the middle and on the right. But I think all the junk cleverly disguised in the shadows to the left tells us everything we need to know.
Finally, this is the Chief. My favorite Chief of Police in all California. He also outted his wife's workspace, so Kathy, you'll be joining us on Sunday.
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