What the dink are you talking about, lady?

*two weeks ago*

Me: You know, now that the hospital has taken off my splint and given me this boot, I think I may be able to help bring the groceries into the house; as long as I go slowly and only take two bags a time.

My mom: No way. You still have to walk on crutches until your next surgery, and it would hardly take anything to throw you of balance.

Me: That's a good point.

*today*

My mom: I want you to come repaint the porch.

Me: Title related.