Because I swear I am not this vain and somehow (Bryan? Emily? Madeline? Cat? Eric? Lesley visiting from Boston? All conspiring? A Prank?) I've wound up with THREE vanity mirrors on my desk this afternoon.
Bryan, by the way, intelligently positions his to see when someone (like me, as he sits with his back to me) is coming up behind him.
What are these guys trying to tell me or how did these wind up here??