Grossness

I've been meaning to write about this for a whole, and my recent smack-down for lack of blogging has inspired me (not really, but Carol won't know the difference)

I have recently been affected by a fear of grossness. Like knowing that someone just picked their teeth and then reached into the potato chip bag. Done.

Or, wiggled their finger around in their ear and then grabbed the tub of margarine and slipped said finger in the rim. Done.

Or, dropped a piece of chicken on the floor and then reached down with their fork to pick it up, and then ate it. Over done.

Just sayin' ... Grossness.



There, Car, happy?? LOL