No really, I'm okay. I'm also a great liar.

my one true desire to cover everything in our house in cat stickers is achieved

Now Annabelle's taken the space in the place between the kitchen and the living room we didn't know what to do with and planted her desk there.

It was originally a bunch of her binders and boring stuff, which she said she was fine. I called her out on her boringness and staged in intervention. (She said calling it an intervention was unnecessary, as she'd been using it for all of two days before I declared it unfit, but I'm extremely starved of spouting dramatic one-liners, and the opportunity was there for me to take.)

I book us two train tickets into the outskirts of the city, planning a day trip to IKEA. After we have a well-rounded meal consisting of only cinnamon rolls and coffee, I drag her around the office section, pointing out all of the exciting desk features that are offered until she agrees hers is boring.

We get paper organizers and pen cups and a couple cute cacti in colorful pots and a little rubber ghost that glows green and blue. Then, we walk over to the nearest Staples and pick out at least fifty dollars' worth of cute pens.

Annabelle's thinking we should catch the train back home, but I insist on dragging her to one last store so I can get a bunch of stickers, because "C'mon Annabelle, we both know those organizers are plain. I don't do plain."

I also just really love stickers.