Germs Need Friends, Too

What would you do when a germaphobic woman moves in with a relative with no concept of germ theory? Well...if you're me you have a nervous breakdown every other day.

"Oohh,Oooh, Ooh!" (Think Daffy Duck) "There's raw hamburger on the counter.", I said.

" Just wipe it off", Mom said.
"OOOOOOOH!OOOOOOH!OOOOH!"
"You can't leave raw hamburger on the counter, it spreads germs", I said.
"I'll clean it up.", he exclaimed.
"Uh huh." Guess who got it up? Not him.

I later sprayed the whole kitchen down with disinfectant and then took a bath in hand sanitizer.

A few days later he fixed hamburgers again. This time he opened the pack with his pocket knife, put the knife back in his pocket, put the papers holding the salmonella patties on the stove and proceeded to touch surfaces with food poison fingers until I told him he needed to wash his hands. He then ran them under the water for about 30 seconds. Let's hope just the chlorine in the water worked.

"Holy crap," I said to the husband later on, "it's a wonder we all don't get food poisoning."

Then again he hardly ever gets sick and gets around better than I do. Maybe I should make friends with salmonella and e-coli...start hanging with 'em. After all germs need friends, too.