Jon has quite a variety of faces and rude sounds that he makes over anything "onion". This from the guy who loves to eat Mexican, Italian, Asian and Southern! So over the years I have learned to be sneaky or just get tired and ornery and dump them in. One of the compromises that I have used was to use the little green onions, scallions, that are usually much milder.
One night, years ago, I'm not sure why, I had this sudden thought, wouldn't it be funny . . . . . .hmmmm. So I recruited a very willing Mariah as my accomplice. I gave her the trimmings and told her to go back and put them inside her dad's pillow case. I knew he would be going to bed before I did . . . so I waited and waited.
Hours later, I finally gave up and went to bed, and there was my handsome prince, sound asleep, sawing logs to beat the band and completely oblivious! Drat! So I laid down got comfortable and read, smelling little green onions, and smelling them, and smelling them. . . . . what the heqq? Big old party poop, spoiling all my fun!
The next morning, Jon rolled over, looked at me with his miserable blood shot eyes and told me, "I don't know what it is, I keep thinking I smell onions. If I move much, it seems to be a little stronger!" Ya think? At this point, I was trying to keep a straight face . . . . but his look of bewilderment was just too much! I finally grabbed his pillow and shook out the greens. You should have seen his poor face. He just could not understand why anyone would do something like that. For the rest of the day he kept looking at me and shaking his head.
In my defense, I NEVER dreamed that he would not investigate where the smell was coming from. He is usually the nosiest man in town. It gets embarrassing sometimes!
When this has come up over the years, he still shakes his head at me like he just can't figure it out. For what it is worth, he has kept me, like he has a choice and whenever I ask him if he has ever been bored, he always chuckles and gives me an immediately "NO"! " What a catch! So glad that I used the right bait when I figured him out 33 years ago!!
One night, years ago, I'm not sure why, I had this sudden thought, wouldn't it be funny . . . . . .hmmmm. So I recruited a very willing Mariah as my accomplice. I gave her the trimmings and told her to go back and put them inside her dad's pillow case. I knew he would be going to bed before I did . . . so I waited and waited.
Hours later, I finally gave up and went to bed, and there was my handsome prince, sound asleep, sawing logs to beat the band and completely oblivious! Drat! So I laid down got comfortable and read, smelling little green onions, and smelling them, and smelling them. . . . . what the heqq? Big old party poop, spoiling all my fun!
The next morning, Jon rolled over, looked at me with his miserable blood shot eyes and told me, "I don't know what it is, I keep thinking I smell onions. If I move much, it seems to be a little stronger!" Ya think? At this point, I was trying to keep a straight face . . . . but his look of bewilderment was just too much! I finally grabbed his pillow and shook out the greens. You should have seen his poor face. He just could not understand why anyone would do something like that. For the rest of the day he kept looking at me and shaking his head.
In my defense, I NEVER dreamed that he would not investigate where the smell was coming from. He is usually the nosiest man in town. It gets embarrassing sometimes!
When this has come up over the years, he still shakes his head at me like he just can't figure it out. For what it is worth, he has kept me, like he has a choice and whenever I ask him if he has ever been bored, he always chuckles and gives me an immediately "NO"! " What a catch! So glad that I used the right bait when I figured him out 33 years ago!!
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ROFL! That is totally something I would do! Teele would sleep right through it too and probably react the same way...only with him he always tells me, excuse the french, "Paybacks a B*$#ch" Anyway thanks for the tears rolling down my face in laughter! I needed that.
Why do we say "Excuse my French"?
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