Gone with the wind

You know, if I use the little can of compressed air on my desk to blow the crumbs out of my keyboard and off my desk every so often, you can't hardly tell that I spend all day eating at my desk.

Maybe that's why the owners' dogs always make a patrol through my office when they're here. The detritus field surrounding my work area must be some good eatin', at least on Wednesday and Friday afternoons before the cleaning folks come.

I probably should do something about my monitor, too. If I ever disappear without a trace, be sure to tell the forensics guys they can probably get a decent DNA sample from the dried spots on my screen.

I'm such a delicate flower.