I ate fajitas last night. Strips of marinated beef, cheese, sour cream, guacamole, rice, beans, and a grilled stalk of green onion all rolled up into a delicious flour tortilla. As I bit into my roll of goodness, my teeth hit the green onion stalk, and instead of tearing through it, I slurped it out of the fajita, chewed it down a little, and swallowed it whole. This morning I pooped and looked in the toilet. The green onion was sticking out of one end of my poo log like leaves on a carrot. It looked like I pushed out a brown carrot. It made me smile. 🙂