Work Life Vs. Home Life

copyrights to Claire Sheldon

I walked over to my desk after a long weekend to find a cup full of used and abused staple parts.

“Michael,” I whispered, covering my face with both hands.

His stuffed penguins were scattered all over the desk and my new lotion bottle was over half gone. Most of it slathered on important documents.

“Dash! How did Michael get into my office?” I hollered toward the kitchen.

My husband walked in and shrugged, “He is wild lately. Crazy Eights.”

“Well, Crazy Eights is about to lose me a contract!”

Michael peeked in and gave me that irresistible grin. Dang.

Word Count: 100

4 Thoughts

Leave a Reply

Please log in using one of these methods to post your comment: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.