The kind of things I ask my husband to do:

Driving home one afternoon…

“Ohmygosh!  The Chicken Car!!”

I then proceed to make him drive around the block, pull over, and take a photo, because the Chicken Car – it hasn’t been around in a while – and I used to love seeing it here and there around our neighborhood.

Not only has it returned, but it has been given a facelift.

The Chicken Car:  It’s back, baby.