While we were making dinner last night, Jim said the following (which we have accurately quoted, since I said, “Write that on the white board so we don’t forget it!!”):
…the hairy overtones of a misplaced onion…
That’s it. I can’t remember the context of our conversation, so I’m opening up the comment field to interpretations…
Burl Ives was singing on the radio.
Or: That was my foot you stepped on, not the doormat.
Hmmmm…I like both of those interpretations. 🙂