Fixer-Uppers, Sunday
Okay, so whatever had been going on around the island had let up, and the island had moved, and all was well again. It was. It really was. Except for one thing.
There was something bright and colorful and exciting looking just on the other side of the causeway, and once again, Jim was stuck at work.
Not that he'd spend his entire shift sulking because he couldn't run off to Disneyland to explore, or anything.
Just most of his shift.
Fixer-Uppers is open. And sulking.
[And OCD-Free!]
There was something bright and colorful and exciting looking just on the other side of the causeway, and once again, Jim was stuck at work.
Not that he'd spend his entire shift sulking because he couldn't run off to Disneyland to explore, or anything.
Just most of his shift.
Fixer-Uppers is open. And sulking.
[And OCD-Free!]