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"I can&amp;#039;t even begin to express how much happier i&amp;#039;ve been since I&amp;#039;ve cleaned out my office. Piles of &amp;quot;who knows what those papers are&amp;quot; have been replaced with simple manila file folders and plastic drawer liners from the 99Cent Store. (That place rocks for the budget conscious crowd.) Spare pens and pencils that I used to go searching for are now in a hand-painted planter given to me by my son one Mother&amp;#039;s Day. The plant might have died a long time ago, but my sense of balance is alive and well. My office is not fancy. It&amp;#039;s a small room I share with my husband and kids. At some point Rex will install a wrap-around desk with bookshelves, But for now it&amp;#039;s more than fine. I have the best seat in the house facing the neighbors and our lovely green lawn. When I type in the early evening, the breeze flutters in - reminding me how fabulous it is to experience a California summer. Cleaning out my desk has given me a charge far more electric than I ever anticipated. For what started out as something &amp;quot;I should&amp;quot; do quickly transformed into &amp;quot;What I Needed&amp;quot;. I am not simply a wife and a mother. I&amp;#039;m not only a bill payer and a taxi driver. I am a woman who truly feels happiest when she&amp;#039;s creating - and how can I do that with last year&amp;#039;s school calendar, directions to a party from last month and more than a few pistachio shells littered between my junk mail? As I smile far too smugly at my fresh inventory of pencils, clips, paper and who knows what else, I am grinning not so smugly at my marital inventory. When was the last time I did something really special for Rex? Like those stamps on my desk I used to fumble for and never be able to find, I need to clean out my &amp;quot;romantic space&amp;quot; and make room for more common place sexiness. Out with the old bathing suit I tend to parade around in on hot days. In with a new tank top/panties set that I may, or may not, have gotten at the 99Cent store along with the plastic pencil liners. (If you think I&amp;#039;m a cheap ass, the answer is &amp;quot;No, I&amp;#039;d never shop there for cute undies.&amp;quot; If you are like me and have seen some of that fabulous stuff at the dollar stores these days, then, &amp;quot;Yes, I did indeed find a faux lace see-through panty and tank set for a buck! Yeah for me!&amp;quot; The great thing about refreshing my romantic inventory, along with my new desk, is there&amp;#039;s now a clean space to make wild crazy love at the drop of a hat.  Well, maybe not that. I&amp;#039;m 6&amp;#039;1. The desk is fake wood from Ikea, circa 1992. I&amp;#039;ll stick to real wood on a more supportive mattress. "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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