Rev. Joe’s Random Thought #323

yeah I know you did not ask!

You should so be blessed – well cursed at times actually – with a mind such as mine, making all these weird connections between my rumored neurons. Just be thankful that I do not share all my random thoughts.

Indubitably, you are aware of the old saw, “An apple a day keeps the doctor away.”  Contemplating the recent drama in my abode, Matrimonial Log – Star Date 5784.304, I decided that we have had this prosaism  wrong all these long centuries.  I am thinking a more accurate platitude might have been, “An onion a day keeps the doctor away.

Bear with me, here is my reasoning.  If you were to eat an onion everyday, then the likelihood of the majority of folks being close to you diminishes rapidly.  You would thus keep the opportunity for them to transmit any number of human illnesses to you at a very low percentage.  Thusly preserving yourself in a healthy state.  Ergo, the doctor would be a stranger. Without a doubt, a proof my logic professor would be proud of.

Just to be on the safe side, if you were to throw a couple cloves of garlic into the mix, then vampires would be out of the picture, while also eliminating those final few hardy souls not put off by your force field of onion infused belches.

Just saying.

Matrimonial Log – Star Date 5784.304

“Matrimony… the final frontier. These are the voyages of the Starship Casamiento Segundo, its until-death-do-us-part mission… to explore a strange new relationship… to seek out a new life and new adventures… to boldly go where no sane couple has gone before.”

This is an ongoing problem in what would otherwise be – I am sure – a blissful bout of matrimonial fever.

Señora and I ran some errands this morning, returning home just about at noon, both of us were hungry. She opted for her favorite standby, a bowl of her home-made soup.  I had an urge for one of my favorite sandwiches that I only eat rarely for reasons I am sure you can fathom, sardines and onions on toasted bread with a brush of mayonnaise on one piece of the toast.

Now Señora is pontificating from her soap box, declaring she will not kiss me for the next several hours. It probably did not help my cause that I ate the rest of the sweet onion like it was an apple.

Ahh… the romance has fled from our once rapturous relationship.

And so it goes.


And yes JMR, this was a bit of a recycle.  I just find it humorous the way she reacts to my consuming this delicacy.