For an intelligent woman, I do a lot of dumb things sometimes. I've provided you with a whole year's worth of Mock Me Moments, so you don't need to try to reassure me to the contrary. Sometimes I do totally brilliant things and so they tend to balance each other out.
Today, for your amusement,I'm going to tell you what cats and onions have in common.
For example (ahem, this falls under the stupid category not the brilliant), I go to Subway for lunch on a fairly regular basis. It's quick, affordable, and better for me than fast food. I have a problem, though. Every time I go determined to stay clear of the onions and every time I hear myself including them in the lineup: lettuce, tomato, onion, pickle. I like the taste of onions, they jazz up a plain ol' sandwich. When I was a kid, I used to eat green onions like crazy. But after the sandwich is gone, the onions stay with me. I can disguise the breath easily enough, but I can not stop myself from burping them for the next hour.
For the record, I also love cats. They're so soft and cute. I can't resist reaching out to pet them, though I know I shouldn't. I'm allergic to those adorable little furballs and even if I wash my hands and face after petting one, I'm going to pay the price all afternoon with the uber itchy eyes.
So, what do cats and onions have in common? I should avoid them both, but just can't bring myself to make the sacrifice.
This connecting of two seemingly unrelated items ought to be a regular feature, so if you want to leave two words in the comments, I'll see what I can do.
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