There are quite a few things in life that scare me, but here are just a few: sharks, using public restrooms, eating where a public restroom is in my line of vision, standing too close to a trashcan, eating where a trashcan has me in its line of vision, carbon monoxide poisoning, spiders hiding in shoes, people who talk on their cell phones in restaurants, people who laugh really loud in public, people who talk during movies - wait, wait, wait - I’m starting to pull from the wrong list now. The last few are from my “Things That Really Suck” list, which is rather long.
So public restrooms…trashcans. Yeah. Germaphobe here. In my home library, I have a shelf dedicated to books on bacteria (the bad kind) and other infectious diseases. “Going viral” has an entirely different meaning for me than it does for Rebecca Black. Hand washing? I take it to another level. However, there are two things that cannot be shaken despite the incessant 5-alarm panic bells in my brain that caution me to be ever vigilant against the nefarious Germ Nation: my love of buffets and my obsession with 1-hour $15 reflexology massages.These things render me stupid. Some kid sticks his fingers in the mashed potatoes? Didn’t Jesus say to turn the other cheek? My “masseuse” (I use this term loosely) takes a quick break in the mysterious room in back to finish her lunch and forgets to wash her hands before coming back? Okay, as long as she gives me extra time.
You know, now that I think about it - as much as I love getting massages, I find myself unable to completely relax for fear of falling asleep and snoring so loud I am shaken awake (because THAT hasn’t happened before). I also have a compulsive tendency to stare at the clock every few minutes and tell myself, “It’s almost over. Why?!? Why is it almost over? Damn you, Father Time..............and your really creepy scythe."
Wow. I think I'll go ahead and add this picture to the list of things that scare me.
Anyway, I went to a buffet AND got a massage this past weekend and now I have a cold. See what happens when you are more Rhythm Nation than Germ Nation? When you chuckle in the face of an iceberg, Titanic style? Okay, I think it's time for some meds.
I need to get better soon. I have some orders to fill this weekend and I also need to get cracking on the little cupcake project I mentioned yesterday – the 1000 cupcakes project (damn, that’s a lot of cupcakes).
Immune system, please don’t fail me now! I don’t bake when I’m sick because I don’t want to put others at risk of catching my germs - no matter how many times I wash my hands. That’s just how I do... especially now that I have a certificate saying I passed the ServSafe California Food Handler assessment test. Look out, world!
Immune system, please don’t fail me now! I don’t bake when I’m sick because I don’t want to put others at risk of catching my germs - no matter how many times I wash my hands. That’s just how I do... especially now that I have a certificate saying I passed the ServSafe California Food Handler assessment test. Look out, world!
