Me: OK, I've pre-arranged for the birds I want to bring home from the show. Don't let me buy anything else. OK?
Wife: OK. The feed bill is killing us anyway.
At the show...
Wife: Oh, look! That lady there has Maran chicks? Aren't they the ones who lay those really dark brown eggs?
Me (warily): Uh, yeah, they do. But I've already arranged for the birds that we're going to pick up.
Wife (after chatting with Marans lady): She says they are only $8.00 each. Why don't we get some?
Me: Yes, dear. How many do you want?
(Based on a true story. Only the names have been changed to protect the innocent.)