For a few weeks now Chris has been asking for an insulated lunch box for work. Normally this would be a reasonable request, but knowing Chris it would last maybe 2 or 3 days before rotting in the back of the car or trunk with a half eaten lunch still inside. Every week Chris takes Glad containers to work and never brings them home. I’ve thought about printing up stickers for each container.. something like, “Have you seen my owner [insert pic of Chris]? If I’ve been abandoned please call [Chris' cell].” I guarantee some poor secretary or janitor is throwing out his containers weekly from the communal fridge.

So instead of buying a new (doomed) lunch box I decided to offer Chris one of the many insulated breast milk carrying cases I have and never use. They are all black and could pass for a lunch box in my opinion. So here’s the one I pulled out today:

Here’s how our conversation went:

Jenny: I put the insulated bag on the table.

Chris: It looks like a purse. Or a bible carrying case.

Jenny: What do you mean? Would you like it better if I cut off the top strap?

Chris: No, it looks girly. I’m not using it.

Jenny: Just think of it this way. No one is going to steal your lunch if they think breast milk is inside.

I don’t think this looks like a purse at all.  At least not a purse I would ever carry.  Men. Argh.