August 31, 2009
About a month ago, I walked into my mom’s house for a birthday BBQ, and almost ran out again because my older brother was in the kitchen cutting up the onions. Wearing swim goggles. I was so startled, I failed to get a picture.
He claims he’s been wearing goggles while slicing onions since college. I claim he’s a weirdo.
On the other hand, we had Maddy’s 16th birthday BBQ Saturday night. In honor of having a bunch of high school teenagers at the house, I figured that was a good time to try out the onion goggles, since cutting onions makes me cry more than watching Beaches or Terms of Endearment. Or the goodbye scene in Armageddon.
You’ve heard of beer goggles? I present . . . Onion Goggles:
As my present to Maddy (well, in addition to the car), I took the goggles off before her friends showed up.
But I’ve got them in my pocket (figuratively) if I need them.