pondering onions

my hands smell like fried onions, because i fried up onions and mushrooms with perogis today for lunch. perogis are the best. i get them from schwan's. :)

but i was also late getting out the door for work and didn't bring a lunch. so the fried onion smell is killing me, because i'm starving.

i wonder if i have onion breath? i suppose the only way to tell is if people back away when i talk to them. but my husband didn't say anything when i kissed him goodbye.

neither did clay. but then again, all he says, is "da-da" anyway. for him, da-da is an all encompassing word. i'm da-da, the cat's da-da, daddy is da-da, and the dogs are da-da. food is da-da too. he can say mama, but he doesn't want to. but he has.

well, anyway, i have to get back to work.