It’s A Paint-Staking Job

I come from a long line of short painters. A few of my kin can actually paint pictures. My dad made a living as a commercial and fine artist, and my middle brother has followed suit. I cannot paint a picture that anyone would recognize. Fact is, I can’t draw flies. But I sure know how to paint a house. That is a good thing, since my Beautiful Mystery Companion and I just bought a rambling abode that will likely require something to be painted every weekend for the rest of my active life. Man, I miss Jaìme. For more than a decade my compadre shouldered the painting load at the various houses...

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