By Theresa
Now that the warm weather is here, you’ll likely have lots of get-togethers with friends and family to share laughs, food, and germs. Ah, lovely germs. That communal chip dip bowl might be growing something funky other than that blue cheese Aunt Sally threw in.
While I don’t mind sharing the occasional drink or snack with someone I know and like, there are always a few double-dippers at every party who end up essentially sharing their spit with everyone at the party (well everyone who uses the dip, that is).
By Theresa
Somewhere along the way I’ve come to dread and perhaps fear the five-letter word: GERMS. While I am not the tidiest person (my messy home is a testament to this), I noticed that in the past few years hand-sanitizer has become part of my daily regime. When using public restrooms I am the person grabbing a paper towel to avoid touching the door handles.
Maybe it’s the media’s coverage of the recent H1N1 breakout, or the avian flu of years past that has made me afraid of germs. Or maybe I’m just getting soft and paranoid as a parent.
