For those of you who don't remember or are new, Branden works part time for an organic food store in town. This last Thursday when he was at work, he whacked his shin pretty hard into a refrigerator and it started to swell up. His boss's mother, who works with him, had some frozen chicken in a freezer that she was planning on taking home to give to her cat and suggested that he use that to ice his poor leg. Using a big rubber band, Branden managed to secure the frozen chicken bag to his shin and carry on working.
On his lunch break, he called me and told me what had happened. He also informed me that he still had the frozen chicken hidden under his pant leg.
"WHAT!?!" You are so weird! What if you are in ordering your sandwich from the store and the chicken falls out of your pants??" I shrieked.
Branden, laughing hysterically at the thought, "I hadn't even thought about that! That could be bad!"
"COULD be bad?? What kind of creeper keeps frozen chicken in his pants? How awkward for someone to have to say, 'ummm, excuse me sir, but this bag of frozen meat fell out of your trouser leg...' that would be so weird!" I exclaimed and also secretly rejoiced in the fact that I hadn't met in him town for his lunch break so that I wouldn't get wrapped up in his chicken creeperness."
Somehow, he managed to go his whole hour long lunch without and incident, but he almost walked home after work with it still on his shin!
And now for your viewing pleasure (and my absolute delight!) I leave you with these photos from yesterday:
A few things to note, these kittens do belong to people, I am standing on a chair, and the last shot is the two little beggars looking into our bedroom window (the same window that Branden took the photos of me out of).