Fumbled Onions

I took a trip to the greatest car service restaurant I have found yet with AP the other day (if you aren't sure, I'm referring to A&W). I figured it would be one more thing to knock off the Summer To-Do List and a delicious second lunch at the same time! Can't get much better than that!

We decided to forgo the car service and plopped at a picnic table since it was rather glorious outside. After being attacked by a fly (with many hits to the eyeball) pale me being...well, pale, started to worry about the giant ball of gas's rays, but since we were only eating lunch I didn't really think it would be a problem. I went with the bacon cheeseburger combo complete with fries and a large mug of rootbeer while my comrade went for the footlong hot dog of glory, complete with onions. Now, those things aren't the easiest things to control. The amount of toppings put together with the extreme length of the thing cause a bit of a mess at times. Hence, fumbled onions. A few diced onion chunks took a leap of faith and lost...hitting the table and rolling off onto the ground (or being flicked off) for some lucky creature to enjoy later (and for its friends to enjoy on its breath!).

So, after an afternoon of feeling extremely large, one more thing could be checked off my list. Ahh what a great feeling.

Later I discovered that I had a pink nose and cheeks. Funny how a half an hour in the sun caused that...clearly I need to start getting my tan on. Eek.