The Porch

I made a snide remark about the porch not getting painted.

Austin: If it really bothered you, you'd do it yourself.

Me: If I paint the porch, I'm divorcing you.

I was telling Mom about it.

Mom: Tell him he's sleeping on the porch until he gets it painted.

Well, the threat must have gone a long way, because Austin announced he was going to paint the porch during his break.

Except he needs me to go with him to buy the paint. He wants to make sure he buys the right color. I want the porch painted white. Don't make excuses for him.