Well,.....actually it is Hunter returned from a 2 week stint at his friends farm. Goose hunting is the Polish word for drinking.Whatever. He pretty much had the farm to himself because his"bromance guy" - yeah, the one who wanted to tap me-worked long hours which gave Hunter plenty of space to cook Brian's dinner every night and do chores and stuff. All of that is fine, what ever works for you.
The point is...he's Baaaaaaaaack! I need to wash towels but- oh, the washer is already in use. That's OK. I need to clean some stuff. Oops! My cleaning stuff and paper towels are by the kitchen sink and he's there cutting apples that Brian uses to bait the deer stands-the apples that are laying on he ground-to make apple sauce. Hm......I decided to go upstairs to change sheets and so far I haven't been interrupted. Yay me!
I'm not a total pussy though....I did shove my way though to get to my xanax. A girls gotta do what a girls gotta do.