Desktop

I don't have a large desk to begin with. (I think it's about a yard long) That is fine with me. But I, being a woman in a rush lately, have scattered all sorts of unnecessary items upon my desktop.
Here's a sampling:
several books (From "The Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe" to "Key of Valor")
an iguana beanie baby
frog heads off of my favorite pair of frog socks (no frogs were harmed in the making of said socks. they came off in the dryer, dammit!)
ear plugs ( I can't sleep with noise in the house)
a broken watch (not my own)
headband
a pair of clean socks (these are actually mine. the only place I can keep socks. they are a hot commodity around here. I think they're left alone because I tend to snarl when anyone comes near my desk.)
a washcloth my baby chicken folded into a "rabbit" (she was so proud)
fingernail clippers (can't type with crooked nails)
pictures
nose spray (damn sinuses)
videotapes (I'm pleading the fifth on what kind)
loose change
various circulars from area stores
a Kermit the Frog bookmark

And then there's my "office" supplies: pens, pencils, sticky notes, stapler, unstapler, hole punch, scissors, highlighters, disks, erasers, printer paper, computer and all accessories, rubber bands, paper clips, push pins, notebooks, staples, thesaurus, dictionary, envelopes, sharpies, and permanent markers.

And so I borrow (loosely) the Capital One question: What's on YOUR desk? And what does it say about you?

Grins*