Darling Husband had a bunch of wood delivered for the winter. The farm came and dumped it in a huge pile in the driveway. As the delivery man was getting ready to leave (and my husband was calculating the hours and heavy lifting and stacking involved), Darling Husband asked,
"Hey, you don't happen to know a young boy that would like to make a few bucks do you?"
After a few seconds of registering the look of uncomfortable shock on the driver's face, I yelled from the window. "To stack the wood!"
Later, I said to DH, "You always have to complete a sentence that involves young boys and money..."