Ohhh boy. Now I've done it. I've documented my office with photos. I actually keep a very tidy and clean home, but I know it's time to have people over when the house gets a tad messy. This time I'm not in the entertaining mood, but I have to straighten up my office before I slip on something and fall. Heck, I might even find my last houseguest under this mess! The purpose of this visually painful exercise and personal humiliation is that tomorrow's photo will show a tidy office - well, as tidy as my office can get.

The last pic is staged. I put on lip-a-stick, earrings, and a nicer-than-usual top. Beyond the camera's scope, I'm wearing panties and white athletic socks. Heh. Really, I couldn't bear to submit another washed out shot with me wearing a raggy T-shirt, which BTW I have back on now. :)

Alas, none of the following office photos are staged. This is real life at Reenie's Reach. Welcome. Enter at your own risk.

xoxo Reenie



Notes: That would indeed be a rejection letter from one of Oprah's henchmen on top of the pile. Bitch.




Notes: Ahhh, yes. Welcome to my Office/Pharmacy/Rehab (A tube of Bengay is peeking out from beneath the pile, as well as replacement toothbrushes for my new rechargeable gizmo-brush.)





Notes: Aha! I wondered where my Crocs were!




Notes: Isn't this how everyone files?




Notes: This phrase also applies here: "Things Appear Smaller Than They Are."




Notes: Doesn't everyone have a disposable salt shaker and pain meds on their desk? The screen was staged. :)





Good God. Enough posing. I'd better get busy. I've got my work cut out for me. xoxo