Verbatim conversation with my husband, Steve, earlier this week:

Me: "We have a rubber chicken, don't we?"

Steve: " A rubber chicken? Sure."

Me: "Can you find it for the rehearsal on Sunday?"

Steve: "Sure."

Me: "Thank you! I'll be home late as usual. Thanks for getting dinner for Ali again. Bye!"

Oddly, when Willamette Week/Candidates Gone Wild called to ask about spaying and neutering cats/dogs, "for the show", I don't remember being asked a question on how to increase the level of pet sterilization. I'm pretty sure the rubber chicken is not going to reproduce any time soon, though.