So Kris has been complaining relentlessly for years about how much she hates her work area. Doesn't matter the house we're in, it doesn't matter the desk we've got at the time - she's never been happy with her situation before. The desk she's been most recently using, for about the last three years or so, worked well for awhile, but it was small and Kris' gigantic, assortment of crap was quick to spill all over the damn place.
The whole clutter problem thing finally reached a boiling point, though, when we moved into our house back in February and Kris established a work area in our living room. This area, for whatever reason, was quick to collect all sorts of papers, CDs, kids toys, empty glasses, and just about every, other sort of 'desk clutter' imaginable.
As this was the case, and taking into consideration Kris' upcoming birthday, myself and her in-laws pitched in and bought her a new giganto-desk.
...'Desk' really isn't an appropriate label for this large, chunk of tree, though. Let's call it a 'command center.'
I'm pretty sure someone whittled this thing out of a sequoia, but I'm not a lumberjack so I can't stand by this. I do know that it took me over four hours to assemble the damn thing, and it weighs more than our van. Its merit, though, outweighs (puns!) its massive girth: Kris finally has a wide-open space upon which to pile her numerous trash-heaps of God-knows-what.
Probably bills. I don't know what she does.
Anyway, here's what it looks like...
-Brian
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