Paolo: You know we’re getting married soon?
me: Yep, only two weeks left [before we sign the papers in Chicago]. You know, you’re the pain in my ass.
Paolo: I’m the pain in your ass!?
me: Like a machine, always needing to move, move, run, climb, go.
Paolo: The stone that rolls doesn’t grow mold. I’m keeping your ass from growing mold.
me: HA!
Paolo: Well, you did grow a tick…
