Also, I'm going to post some hilarious, REAL back-and-forth conversations we've had before and since we were forced into quarantine, going on 9 months now. Yeah, NINE months.
Since we work in close proximity in the house, we talk (or bicker) a lot. Like this gem from a Monday morning about 10 AM:
Paul: We desperately need a paper shredder.
Paola: No, we could end up shredding the wrong thing. You can't UN-shred, stupid.
Paul: Well, okay, true but how about if we make copies of stuff we're gonna shred, and that way if we accidentally shred it, we have a copy?
Paola: You're really not good with Mondays, are you?
Paul: Terrible.