This drawer. Oh this drawer. Once upon a time we had a small empty room. I was going to turn it into a prayer room, quiet room, no kids allowed room. Somehow it got turned into my husband's office. Hmph. He needed it. That is why
this drawer drives me crazy. See he got my room. He filled it with file cabinets and shelves and drawers. And yet, this drawer remains. In my kitchen. Overflowing with all things office related. I had to search for a number. In
the drawer. I couldn't find it. I was a nice sweet wife and separated the junk into manageable piles so he could file them in his office. And I could get my drawer back. Hmph. 'Twas not to happen. At least I can open and close the drawer again.
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