Wake Up and Smell the Onions

 Having arrived at our destination for the next few days, I fed my animals and then managed to drag He-Who away from his new friends. Have I ever mentioned that this man will talk to anyone? I sent him out with the dogs on leashes to take care of their business and he returned a lot faster than he should have. I am expecting to have to clean up a mess in the near future.

We have never stayed at this park, and I don't know that we ever will again. Looks like a lot of the sites are permanent occupants and the dogs are not leashed. Big dogs and I am afraid to take mine out.

The neighbor to our left is having his vehicle towed. This seems to have attracted all the bearded and tattooed men on golfcarts to the front of our site. We are blocked in for the foreseeable future it would seem.

Despite He-Who's assistance (they have been winching it on by hand) with some of our leveling blocks, the going is very slow. Not to mention loud.

The trip was uneventful with the exception of lunch. We stopped to let the dogs pee and since there was a What-a-Burger right there we got burgers to go. I stayed with the dogs and waited. My burger arrived with ONIONS. I do not like raw onions. I will eat them cooked, and I will, on occasion, eat raw purple onions on a salad. I have discerning taste buds, and do not apologize for that. One would think that my husband would know that and order accordingly. 

The onions were not sliced, but cubed, making picking them off a trial in patience. I gave up and just ate what I could and finished with the fries that I shared with my dogs. At one point a piece of onion fell out onto my shirt. I flicked it into the bag .... or so I thought.

Back on the road, the dogs settled in for a nap and I thought I should join them. I kept smelling the nasty onion smell of cheap chopped onions. I had washed the smell from my fingers and could not locate the source of the odor. I looked in the cab where the driver was finishing his meal and gave him a trash bag and tied it closed.

I still smelled onion! I was gagging, it was so strong. I even got up and changed my shirt, thinking that must be the source. It did not help. I suffered the odor until we stopped for another pee break for the dogs. When we came back in, I saw it.

The tiny piece of chopped onion had fallen between my legs where I was sitting! When I scooted down to take a nap, I must have squished all that nasty onion juice out. Every time I moved that little piece of onion moved!

I had to change clothes when we got here. I washed my hands, face and neck, too. I sprayed air freshener until I had a coughing fit. All that and I can still get a whiff of onion every now and then. 

I hope tomorrow is better!