(Dad's move date got changed to Wednesday. I did do all the paperwork for the move, though, but all the heavy lifting got put off. Hence this piece of fluff:)
The onions I buy are always labeled "sweet onions," but oh my. Sometimes, today for instance, "sweet" isn't exactly the world. Ow ow ow ow ow I went blind I cried so hard. I badly needed somebody to tell me a sad story, as my mom used to say in similar situations. I'm still sniffing a bit a half hour or more after cutting up the damned thing. If laughter's the best medicine, are tears good for anything? I better go read a Harry Potter death scene.
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