My husband always calls me when he gets off work, to see if I need him to do anything or pick Daniel up from daycare. When he called yesterday I asked him if he knew anything about the chicken in my car. He swore up and down that he did not.
We were sitting on the couch watching TV last night when all of a sudden he shouts:
"Mrs. Sharon gave me a bag when I was leaving her apartment yesterday, but I did not pay attention to what was in it. Must have been the chicken and I left it in your car."
So the great chicken caper was solved.
And Bobbi, I think the problem might be that I'm NOT on meds. ;)