We recently moved our office from the second bedroom to the awkward hallway that’s in between our kitchen and living room. I like the new location because I hated feeling closed off in the back room.
I also LOVE the desk’s new location because I can use the rolling chair to reach the fridge, without ever having to stand up. I don’t think I’ve stood up for five hours…
Every time I roll into the kitchen, the Husband moans, “COME ON! SERIOUSLY?!”
My name is Caitlin, I love rolling chairs, I’m 90,000 words into my book, I’m 8 days away from my deadline, and I am slowly going insane.
Odds and ends instead of meals. Meals cannot be cooked from my rolling chair, after all.
If I start drinking wine, can I get busted for a R.U.I?