And then there is this delightful scene:
I swear, there is a very nice coffee table and sofa underneath all these papers and magazines. Really.
Somebody (who isn't me) needs to gather the papers for the recycling center.
Where did my kitchen table go?
I hope I don't need to get to my bookcase any time soon.
Sigh. Apparently this paper affliction is contageous, because some of this is my mess. But I do clean up after myself.
Oh well, I suppose that if my husband's perpetual paper trail is the worst I have to complain about, then my life isn't all that bad. Please excuse me while I use these pictures to help bring my blood pressure back down to normal.
Do you have any idea how difficult it is to get a male cardinal to stay in one spot long enough to snap his picture? Silly little creatures.
This is about the only good reason for mornings to exist.
There, much better now.