I need an office.  Trying to write, in this atmosphere, is at times a futile gesture.  Insanity rules in a house with teenagers and while I am trying to think deep and important thoughts, I can’t write with a teenager screaming in my ear.  This is especially true when the undercurrents of what is being screamed is, “I need to be grounded because I have an out-of-control smart mouth that is just begging for you to discipline it.”  Get the picture?

I have found my office.  Online no less.  I just have to pony up the bucks (about $150K) and find the trees and its mine… all mine.  I love the whole premise.  It isn’t the Ewok thing.  To me it is more reminiscent of Robin Hood (the movie) and anything that might happen to bring Kevin Costner along is also, very okay. 

I can just picture the inside filled with my teddy bear and doll collection.  I can hear the music I love playing within my spherical dwelling.  I could have a little refrigerator in there filled with my favorite goodies - well, it has to be a freezer because I have to have my ice cream.  With that, in my future sphere, I can write the Great American Novel.

I am just hoping this thing comes with a “NO KIDS ALLOWED” sign!!

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