Wednesday, March 3, 2010
My Shredded Life
When I walk into the work area, it looks like it snowed. Bits of paper are spread over the laminate flooring.
I find notes, mail, manuscripts with shredded edges. A check has teeth marks in it.
The foster puppy looks at me, then sighs.
If only he could reach the counter top, he could join the kitten in the shredding game.
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