I knew as soon as I woke up to the pouring rain today I knew that is what I was going to talk about on my blog, but after reading Suz's comment on germs my last blog...I have to add to my morning's agenda.



About germs...I'm a germaphob, and those around me know it. My kids know the first thing I say when we walk in the door from ANYWHERE is "go wash your hands." Cover your face when you cough and sneeze, and for heavens sake if you cough or sneeze into your hands instead of your elbow "GO WASH YOUR HANDS." I wish I was the person who invented the elbow as a germ shield instead of using your hands.



So last week we all had nasty colds in my house, they bounced from one to another in the appropriate amount of time so there was a constant stream--if you will --of germs flying. On this one particular day it was my turn to be the keeper of bad germs. I was so careful about not touching food and cups and utensils as to not recirculate the germs. We were turning in for the night, and I noticed that the water container in the fridge was down to about two ounces (nobody left it that way, it "just happened") and I being the mother of the joint took it upon myself to fill it. The man I married was standing in front of the fridge, so I hand him the filled container of water, which was dripping a bit. HE LICKED IT RIGHT AT THE SPOUT! If I could have beat him I would have. Can you say D I S G U S T I N G? How is it a 44 year old man can at times have fewer brains than his seven year old son? He licked it. I cannot tell you how many times I have caught this man drinking out of the gallon of milk. It grosses me out to no end. I wonder if that is why I don't drink milk anymore. Here I was thinking I just didn't like it anymore...I think I'm onto something!



So if you ever come to my house and I offer you something to drink, be sure it comes out of its own container.



Now to the rain....I love a rainy day. It gives me so much freedom. I cannot see the dirt and dust in the house, therefore don't feel the pressure to clean it. I look at a rainy day as a "gift." It's like a get out of cleaning pass. A pass to let things slide and take things at my own pace (which is very slow.) This is one of the things I appreciate a little more since I've gone back to work. I actually am lucky enough to have a rainy day off! Rain rain rain. So I guess in the spirit of Thanksgiving, I will give thanks today for the rain.



Gotta scoot....the couch is calling!