Before you read this post, you'll have to go back and read the comments from my Before and After post (if I knew how to link to it, I would...but it's only two posts down, for cryin' out loud).
No, really, go ahead.
Alright, you're back.
See, the transition from crappy dining room to stylish office, of which I was very proud, evoked an intense response from some readers. I'll even go out on a limb and call the reaction uncultured, bordering on barbaric.
To refresh your memory, my new office:
Mid-way through the comment marathon, I got this in my inbox from Brighid and Keith, presumably to show off her fancy desk:
Do you see it? Do you see the mocking? Do you see the reckless disregard for my personal design sensibilities and complimentary art selections?
Well, I didn't. She had to point it out.
Because it may be possible that I am as dumb as a chicken.
But now that I know she wasn't just trying to show me her cool desk, I can hear the two of them, cackling like a coven of decor hecklers, assembling the Pink Panther Art of Shame. When I close my eyes, I can picture them, searching for a way to diminish the impact of my Un Lapin Dans Le Jardin (a rabbit in the garden, you heathens). They just couldn't help themselves.
And that's fine.
I hope they can afford to pay for my therapy.
PS. At least I don't watch soap operas while I'm working.
PSS. If you missed it, too, think Pink.