Something Stinks Down There

There is a book club happening downstairs and I am trapped in the bedroom (not the closet) watching the All Star Game. Janet and her friends are outside, and they all have notepads and Janet has pulled her chair away from the rest of them like she’s the teacher. She loves to lecture. LOL! It’s a funny perspective from my bathroom window, but I don’t have the camera lens to capture it. They had sandwiches and potato salad for dinner. I went downstairs at some point and threw the sliced onion that was on the counter into the garbage disposal. Janet didn’t want an onion, but her friend Alberta made her slice one. Who eats onions on turkey sandwiches? Especially a strong yellow onion, not even a Bermuda. If I’m not allowed to get a pizza with onions on it because it stinks up the house, then I’m going to sneak down in my boxer briefs and dispose of theirs. The book for this month is “Shutter Island”. I said that they should just watch in the movie in lieu of a discussion. That idea was rejected.