I realize that in my zeal to be prepared for every disease/disaster known to man, I have become a germaphobe. I have been accused (rightly so) of carrying everything but the proverbial kitchen sink in my purse just in case. You never know when you might need a band-aid, tweezers, a wet-wipe, floss, toothpaste, a sewing kit, and so on. I have always been the one to have wet wipes to clean my hands after pumping gas to get the gas smell off my hands and of course who knows what else????
The path from my front door to the kitchen sink is well worn because it has been non stop; as that is the first thing I do when I get home is to WASH MY HANDS!!! I realize that a certain amount of hygiene is necessary and I admit it freaks me out like Seinfeld if I see waitstaff come out of a stall and not wash their hands in the ladies room! But I am calling a truce on myself. (more…)
