Heather and I were in Target earlier this week purchasing supplies for the Halloween carnival. While perusing the aisles of the Halloween section, I happened upon a hot dog costume. It was simply hanging on a hanger, so I realized that I could easily slip it on. Of course, I did just that. I put on the hot dog costume in the middle of Target.
Heather (wearing a purple witch's hat with feathers) happened to be on the phone with her husband when I decided to strut my stuff as a hot dog. She got one glance at me, started laughing, and pointed to my costume asking, "what's that?".
A little hurt that she couldn't tell I was a hot dog I replied, "It's a hot dog costume. I'm supposed to be a hot dog.".
"No! What's that?", she said as she pointed between my legs.
I quickly looked down to see that the hot dog costume did have a piece that seemed a bit phallic. (See picture above) I immediately covered my hot dog private area and shyly asked Heather not to look. By this point, Heather was laughing so hard that she couldn't speak. Her poor husband, who was still on the phone, had no idea what was going on. I think the only words she could get out were "Jennifer" and "Hot Dog".
I told Michael (my husband) about our hot dog costume adventure, and he thought it was hilarious. In the midst of his giggling he also stated the obvious, "You and Heather should not be allowed to work together." It is true that Heather and I really should not be allowed to work together. We always get our jobs done, but we have way, way too much fun in the process. Thank goodness our boss hasn't caught on!
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