So … I like my mother-in-law. But I also like mother-in-law jokes. As a trope, an idiom, a philosophical concept. But that frame of reference occasionally crashes with reality.
I was at my m-i-l's for their small town, big deal (small town near a military base with lots of support) Forth of July parade. We were there all week for visiting, helping set up, helping clean up, etc. (Hey, four days of leave gives you nine days to do something!).
So I brought some minis to convert and paint while we were sitting around talking or watching World Cup matches. I had them on a little TV tray that I could shove out of the way when I needed to or pull out and do some work. Basically the same thing as SWMBO having her knitting available, and other such things.
On the fifth, they were not out. M-i-l commented that she appreciated the help she got cleaning up and I could take out the minis and keep working on them. No problem. I mentioned that I was done with the ones I brought.
She said, "Well, then, you must need to buy some more."
SWMBO was not amused.
