Our Office, Redesigned

We redecorated our home office (nee second bedroom) not too long ago. I wish we had thought to take “Before” photos, but we totally forgot. Let me say this much: It was ugly and disorganized; we had a broken down desk facing the wall, with one chair that we had to compete for anytime either of us wanted to pay bills or check email or watch porn.

Anyway, the main thing is that we got a plain white dining table that we set up perpendicular to the wall, and we call it “the partner desk” and we sit facing each other and on Saturday mornings, when we’re not sure what to do with a whole wide open day that’s all ours, I’ll write down suggestions (like “Take me to breakfast!” or “Pool!”) on the back of a junk mail envelope and I’ll say, “This is my final offer” and then we’ll go do the opposite of whatever I wrote down.

This is my side of the desk:

We still really need to do something with that wall, but I’m not sure what. I am too lazy for painting and very much against installing any kind of shelfing. Maybe some Blik wall decals? Also, does anyone have any magic tricks for hiding cords? I HATE CORDS. The day every electronic is wireless will be the happiest day of my life. Even if I’m 100 years dead.

This is his side of the desk:

This is the reorganized Expedit (aka The Home Must-Have for Collectors of Records, Books, and Other Assorted Junk):

This is a closeup of one of the chairs:

We just had the following conversation while each sitting on our own sides of the partner desk:

Me: I just put a post up that you might enjoy!
Him: Let me hit refresh!

I found that amusing, because it means he’s kind of a stalker, and kind of full of shit, both being qualities that I find extremely attractive in men.

What’s also fun is that sometimes, when we’re both sitting at the desk working or paying bills or watching porn, I’ll reach over really quietly and unplug his USB mouse, and then watch as he gets more and more irritated that THE MOUSE JUST UP AND STOPPED WORKING AND IT SEEMS LIKE THAT IS REALLY HAPPENING A LOT LATELY. And eventually I’ll crack up and he’ll figure it out. Again.

Oh, and there’s a cat tent.

What’s an office without a cat tent? The feline partners here require a lot of naps.