Strangers?

Ryan and I were having a discussion while driving home from the Home Shitpot the other day on the non-scenic route, because we can never take the scenic route again, lest I projectile vomit out the urban truckster’s window. The topic of the discussion was something about house projects, and at some point he said, “I would say you’re about 50% work and 50% play.” I believe what followed was the sound of our mutual snorting followed by my correction, “Hmmm...More like 80% play, 20% work, wouldn’t you say?” I think for a moment he forgot who he married.