So my folks bought us this chest freezer. (No, I'm not freezing anyone's chest so don't go there.) It's kind of something they've been talking about doing for a long time, but my father is nothing if not a great bargain hunter so he waited for just the right deal to come along. Also, the fact that they were having getting half a cow (he and his brother bought a whole cow from a locker) and they were giving half of that half to us probably lit a fire under him to get us some proper storage for the meat. My dad called me several times to give me updates for apparently the price on the freezer was changing daily and he had to make sure he acted at the most opportune time, which led me to believe he was buying the freezer out of the back of the truck somewhere.
Anyway, it was delivered on Tuesday and this is where we put it. In the basement. Next to Madonna.
(I put the bucket of paint on the dehumidifier for dramatic effect.)
Anyway, the guys that delivered it were sports because there's still snow on the back steps and they managed it without too much difficulty. One of the guys took one look at that poster and said "Damn, is that Madonna? She's hot." The other delivery guy agreed and they asked when that photo was taken. It was 1995 and they said "Damn, I was 12."
And I thought "Damn, I'm old."
It's still one of my favorite photo shoots, even though the nose ring is a bit distracting.
The freezer is full of beef now. Which I guess means it got the cold beef injection as opposed to the one they talked about in The Breakfast Club.