This
will probably either show true genius or reveal what a slob I am, because I
have not looked through the desk prior to writing. Let’s get started.
The
40th and 45th high school reunion yearbooks from 2008 and
2013 respectively. Why are those out? For the same reason my 1968 senior yearbook
is on the floor to my right….trying to figure out who I’m talking to on
Facebook.
An
“Important Safety Recall” for my 2007 Honda CRV, telling me that the “driver
frontal airbag could produce excessive internal pressure upon deployment” in
which case, metal fragments could burst thru and implant themselves into my
brain. That could only help, according the the family.
A
check from the state of Kansas for $40.62, for which no reason is given. I hesitate to cash it for fear that in ten
years, they will have found it was sent in error and ask for it back, along
with $3,986.35 extra for penalties and interest.
A
large number of Explanation of Benefits from Blue Cross Blue Shield detailing
payments made to my physical therapist and what portion is my responsibility.
Guess what….the therapist gets my portion up front. No need to tell me what I
owe. Truly now, why do I pay these people to make me hurt? Shouldn’t they pay me for the privilege? Serious case of BDMS there. Since I am learning to walk again, I am Bound in a gait belt, Dominated over by a Sadistic therapist, and then my Masochistic self keeps going back.
Care
instructions from the ophthalmologist for eye care after my YAG capsulotomy on
March 27. (Why it wasn’t with the eyedrops in the nightstand, I cannot
explain.)
Receipt
from the surgical center for my co-pay on the above procedure.
A
reminder from the hospital that it is past time for my annual boob smashing
episode.
Thank
you notes from the nieces and nephews for Christmas presents.
An
empty plastic sack.
One
salt and one pepper shaker.
One
lipstick, color 265.
A
yellow, extra light tension gripmaster for gaining strength in my fingers.
Bose
headphones and the iPod to computer cord.
A
large number of bank statements.
A
book of various sized post-it notes.
Scotch
tape.
An
empty Alka Seltzer Plus cough and cold box containing a thermometer, 2
mascaras, lip gloss (color unknown), a staple puller, 3 plastic knives, 2
plastic sporks, 1 plastic fork, and 2 plastic spoons.
Neosporin
A
thumb drive
Eyeglasses
cleaner
A
nearly empty tube of Dr. Pepper chapstick that is too low to use, but can still
be sniffed.
2014
tax returns.
A
small bit of Santa paper left over from wrapping presents on top of the laptop.
A
compact brush that is supposed to be in my purse.
A
3 ounce can of WD40.
The
rim that fell off of the ceiling light fixture above the desk.
Imitation
pearl necklace. This one really bothers me since I don’t wear jewelry, and have
never owned an set of pearls, imitation or otherwise. I can only surmise they
were in the junk/ broken jewelry box my dad gave me when mom died in 2001 and that was
all I kept.
A
pencil and a pen.
A
pair of white flip flops.
A
spray bottle of Cepacol
My
son’s extra dental ID card
Pistachios
waaaaay past their prime
Two
cameras with dead batteries
Sunglasses
case. (The sunglasses are downstairs, crammed into the glasses case along with
the glasses.)
Philosophy
Falling in Love cologne spray
Resolve
spray carpet cleaner
Hand
cream
Facial
cream
Volume
IV of the collected plays of Neil Simon
Savannah
Breeze by Mary Kay Andrews
Outlander
by Diana Gabaldon
A
recipe for Martha Stewart’s Meatloaf 101
A
pad of note paper
A
bible
Several
magazines, all under the books and I don’t feel like getting up to lift the
books to see.
1-1/2
pair earrings (don’t ask)
24”
gold chain with my parent’s wedding rings
½
bottle super glue
Black
electric tape
Dental
floss
A
pink marker
A
ceramic Daffy Duck pen hold containing 1 pencil, 1 pen, and a straw
Six
quarters, five pennies, and 2 nickels
Enough
dust to create a few sculptures.
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