Vidalia Onions
Eating the last of Vidalia onions for the year and they have made me a tasty mess.
This means my breath will never let another human being want to kiss me.
And, well, the dogs adore my skank breath.
Yet I feel free.
Mabel is bitching. But she recycles her own stuff so she can’t be a ding dong.

Holy Hell
There is so much one can do when they have the breath of a demonic goat.
And that is to buy Altoids.
It’s enough.










SQ and I were looking at a list of festivals the other day and there’s a Vidalia onion fest somewhere around here. We missed it, though.:( Oh well, there’s always next year.