Well we both know its your fault for having your sh*t out on the dining room table.
We all got to hear it if we make the mistake.
Her parents lived with us in the office room for about nine years. When they left, she took it over, after promising me my man cave. I have a semi-permanent paint station set up on the dining room table. We all eat in the kitchen. Besides, this is silicon Valley life, no one ever does home activities at home anymore.
So I blame her, knowing that when I point out my finger at her there are three still pointing back at me.