I've been gone a lot recently. I took a housesitting job to help focu on thesis writing without distractions and I've stayed busy with people visiting.
Anyway, I came back to my house today for a couple of hours and Jim is sitting out back with his worker shooting the shit as the worker paints the doorway to the back bedroom. The door to the kitchen is open so it's like they are right there in the kitchen. Then I walk out to the kitchen to wash my lunch dishes Jim is washing paint brushes in the kitchen sink. This is just after he sees me make lunch there.
It's his house he can do what he wants, right?
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