Thursday, July 30, 2009

I can't stop crying

So I've had these great plans to make tunafish salad* for the last few days. One morning I boiled eggs so that they would be ready to be mixed in that evening. But that evening, I checked and I didn't have I went to the store and was determined to make it the next morning. That's when I realized I didn't actually have any tuna. After slapping my forehead, I sobered up made yet another trip to the store.

This morning, I was excited that I had all of the ingredients. As you (possibly) know, I'm watching what I eat, so I decided to go with a recipe that I found online - which was to add onions in the mix. I've never had onions in my tunafish salad, or at least I don't remember having any, but I've decided that anything that increases the fiber content is good for me. Plus I like onions. And yes, this would be one of the reasons why I "can't get no satisfaction." BECAUSE OF THE ONION SMELL...not because of the fiber content. Sheesh.

Anyway, after making the concoction, I went into the bathroom to put on my make-up. Only to realize that I hadn't washed my hands as well as thought that I did because the onion smell (and dare I say onion juice?) was still on my hands. Once I realized this, I immediately washed my hands again. Alas, the damage has been done. Now all I smell is onions. Also my eyes won't stop watering.


It's not as bad of a make-up day as the one I had last year, but it's close.

*Growing up, we always called it tunafish salad...not tuna salad. I don't know why.


Jen said...

OMG my hubby always makes fun of me for saying tuna fish! He always says as opposed to tuna chicken? Haha too funny. Why did (do) we say that?

Charlie Hills said...

You can tune a piano but you can't tunafish.

And I can't believe the National Onion Association isn't enforcing warning labels on each and every unit. I think you have solid grounds for a suit here.