THAT’S LIFE

For Christmas last year, I asked my family for money to hire a professional organizer to help me get a handle on my desk at work. I’d seen an advertisement for the woman’s business in a magazine; then I lost the magazine.

A few weeks ago, I stumbled across her name online, so I emailed her. I wrote what I thought was a humorous plea for her help.

I haven’t gotten a reply.

She probably knows a lost cause when she hears one. I guess I’ll just wait until I get buried alive, and the firefighters can dig me out.