It’s Friday. It’s hot and humid. And Mr. and Mrs. Ampolo are staring at deadlines imposed by their paying assignments. It’s hard to multi-task and write for Ampolo today. Still, we’ll soldier on.

Our home offices are separated by one room. We are, oh, 25 or 30 feet apart from each other, but windows that have been strategically placed in our walls allow for easy communication. For better or worse we can hear each other typing away, cursing, humming songs by The Turtles.

After reading a New York Times article about a Buddhist man and women who never leave each other’s side, we were reminded of how close we are to each other for much of the day. But even tho’ we run an idea factory here, it never occurred to us to do what Slate’s deputy editor David Plotz and his wife, Hanna Rosin. an Atlantic Monthly contributing writer, did.

Take a gander at their clever, revealing gambit. Wish we’d thought of it.