First hour into a three hour road trip and we've got the iPod shuffle on, listening to the set of 10 copies of "Life is a Highway" per toddler request until he goes to sleep.
Me: OK, these cars need to get with the program. This is "Kassie's Lane". When I come up on you at speed, that means you are going too slow. GET OUT OF MY WAY. Thank you.
My loving hubby: Obviously they did not get the memo.
Me: Well, that's no excuse.
Him: So is Kassie's Lane a moving hundred yard area or does it just stretch out in front of you ad infinitum?
Me: Stretches out. And if I wanted to I could just flick them out of my lane like this (*mimes flicking bugs off windshield*), but I choose not to use my powers for evil.
Him: I see.
Me: Oooh, a yard sale at that elementary school! Let's stop!
Him: Uh, no.
Me: Why not?
Him: Because no, and it's not till next weekend anyway.
Me: But that car is going now.
Him: Not unless they want to get a REALLY good parking place. Because it doesn't start until NEXT Saturday.
And later still...
Me: Oh. My. God. Get your camera out!!!!!
Me: Because there's a GIANT METAL CHICKEN over there! Take a picture as we go past!
Me: OK, then I will just have to come back and buy it.
Him: Uh, no you won't.
Me: Um, yeah, I will. I can put it in the backyard. It will be fantastic.
Him: Not with our HOA.
Me: They can't tell us what to put in our BACK yard.
Him: I don't want to start anything with the neighbors. Please do not buy a chicken.
Me: But it's full of whimsy!
Him: They start fights with people. Over leaves!
Me: Fine, then I'm buying new bath towels.
See why I love him so? You rock, honey.