Yesterday was teeth, today is paint

B just took the kiddos to the inlaws for another trial visit. 

 

His parting words to me were, "I hope you're dressed in rags and are ready to bust ass when I get home." 

 

Translation:  I expect you to be ready to work 'cause I'm throwing you a paint roller the second I return."

I countered with, "Well, I hope that you are appreciative and ready to reward my ass at the appropriate time."

 

Translation:  I'll be ready to work when I'm damned good and ready and, in return, you're throwing me a beer the second it turns noon."

 

Let the games begin.