Walk-In Cloffice

We have company. Some friends recently moved here from NYC and they are living at our house until they find their own place. Our 800 square foot home now holds four girls, three cats, nine fish and a dog. It has turned into a fraternity house, complete with a lot of empty beer bottles and Playboy's Miss March centerfold up on the wall. I'm not making this up.

Then there is the issue of my office, which doubles as the guest room. My office has temporarily moved into our closet. I call it my walk-in cloffice. You can see what it looks like in the picture above. It's actually kind of peaceful, but it is also a good excuse to avoid doing work.

This is what my former office at home has transformed into:

Notice the greenish fish tank on my desk and the litter box under it.

You may be wondering why I don't just use the office at Felicia's. Well, besides the fact that it has no heat, I would have to share it with her:

The Felicia office is dark and creepy, pretty much an extension of the basement which came complete with a pit that is good for holding girls, lotion and small poodle-like dogs.