Squeak is a pencil sharpener. You wouldn't know it to look at him, being a little bird in a nest. He's a retro-looking little guy who sounds off when you pat his head. He was a gift from Kerry and now resides on my steel foreman's desk. His closest buddies are a Sangre de Toro bull, a skull ring, a paper Mini, some magnets, a photo of us in New Hampshire for George's triathlon, the desk light and the nearly famous studio book. And that's just the left side of the desk.
Thursday, January 4, 2007
Squeak
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2 comments:
Donna,
Your desk is way too organized. I am a neat person, but hello!!
Glen
xox
I'll tell you who has us beat. Go to flickr and look up "whatsonmydesk". Trippy!
As for my desk, it really is like that and wasn't just posing for the camera. I can't concentrate otherwise; I'd have the attention span of a hummingbird knowing things were in disarray.
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