onions

sometimes.
just sometimes i get a little frustrated with my other half.
sometimes i feel a little confused.
tonight.
we were watching tv.
apropos of nothing really he says.
"those onions in the laundry room are rotten."
"?"
"they're all bad." he goes on.
"they smell." he elaborates.
"they've all gone off." he says warming to the topic.
"off?"
"oh yeah, they really stink."

"ugh really?"
the penny dropped.
"i wondered what that god awful smell was. i've noticed that for a couple of days now. is that what it was?"

"yeah. bad onions."

"i kept thinking it was the cat litter. i cleaned that litter box like a madwoman."

"hmmm" he's watching the news.

the onions were in a basket on top of the fridge and i tried to recall how long they'd been there and how i could have forgotten about them.

"they are all soft and they smell like pee." he told me as the news went to a break.

"ugh" i felt queasy at the thought of the congealed smelly mess that must have been in the bottom of that basket.
"yeuch."
"now it means the organics bin is going to REALLY stink by thursday when the garbage gets picked up." i say.

i think about this for a minute as we watch the commercials.
and then another penny drops.

'you threw them out didn't you?'

?????

'no.'

"what? why not? i mean why wouldn't you throw them out? they're soft, they stink like pee and they're rotten."

'i dunno. i thought you wanted them.'