"Oh By The Way..."

...are words that terrify me when said by my crazy husband.  They're even scarier when followed by "Greg and I were talking".  He just said this to inform me when we take our trip to California later this year that we will pan for gold instead of going to Yosemite unless you can pan at Yosemite.
My hubby has been full of weirdo lately.  Last night he told me of his plan to begin bartering.  He is going to take one of the small purses I no longer use and trade up to an airplane.  I really have no clue how his mind works but this is how he thinks he is going to make that happen: purse to refrigerator to hotdog cart to used car to rare collectible to airplane.
I really have no words for him. I just nod and smile.  Telling him he is crazy doesn't work because he just goes into more details about how his ideas will work.