The daily check in from the Hubby.
Me: How’s it going?
Hubby: My arm is about to fall off from scraping off the popcorn ceilings.
Me: That is sad; you will look funny with only one arm.
Hubby: Won’t you still love me? I would still love you with only one arm.
Me: Well, no. I wouldn’t, but that is the difference between me and you.