This wonky little house Kenneth and I bought has many wonderful features. The zany yellow blue and red linoleum from the 60's that hides spills ever so well. The giant bedrooms upstairs are nice too. But today I am happiest about the little room above the garage. I have tried a few times to make it into an office for me. The trouble with that being that most of my writing is done in stolen bits of time between folding clothes or breaking up squabbles. I end up writing on my bed or in the kitchen much of the time. Over the winter, my supposed office was a hide out for squirrels and spiders. After some sweeping and dusting, it turns out it is the best playhouse ever.
The kids love it out there. I set up a few folding chairs and an old cash register from the first doughnut shop. I don't know what it is about a cash register, but the kids can't get enough of that thing. We are starting them on the capitalism early. My office is really no longer my office, if it ever was mine to begin with. I think it was really a playhouse disguised as an office before. Just waiting for a couple of kids who had finished taking over the rest of the house and needed some more space to cover with toys and shriveled left-over snacks.
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