Have you ever noticed how people who love office supplies REALLY love office supplies?    A trip to Staples is a religious experience, every package of paperclips or three ring binder a testimony to the healing powers of organization. A new Office Depot  catalog might as well be delivered  by angels. 

I wish I had more of that in me, but the truth is I don’t. Manilla folders sit empty on my desk, while post it notes trail after me.  I’ve heard some of my coworkers talk about gel pens with glee.  Michelle unpacks the shrink wrapped lined note pads like she’s a little girl with a new Barbie Doll.  I don’t get it. That’s why  I really can’t explain my happiness about my new wireless mouse except to say It’s magic , and I’m a convert. I’ve been zealously opening emails  from every corner of our office since I got it.  I wish it came with a holster  I could belt to my waist just to see how fast I could draw, point and right click.   What does this have to do with art?  Absolutely nothing. 

But hey…. Redheaded Stepchild Likes it.

What a Stud!

Drawing by Kaiti McKee, age 9

 Next thing you know I’ll be using highlighters.   I can’t wait.  It’s a new world, a new me.