Today while at the lawyers, a clerk waiting on GG and me, lacking the Health Canada recommended sleeve or tissue H1N1 defensive, sneezed and coughed instead into her open hand. She also was missing about four inches to the front of her blouse but it didn't matter much because we were busy straining to see her computer screen while she sniffled through reading some documents. Anyway, she reached to her empty Purell bottle, banged it upside down on her desk, unscrewed the container, removed the pumper smearing a remaining bit onto her hands and then squeezed each hand individually - the way a hungry infant does when he watches you fix his pablum. She replaced the top, tossed the bottle back onto her desk, rubbed her nose and twirled around handing me forms and a pen, the tip of which a few moments before had been in her mouth. I have upped my vitamins.
I am Decadent Housewife.
I live in the country.
I hum opera in the kitchen.
Welcome to my life.
It involves men. Speedy, Violinist, Fun, Buff and Geek Guy aka GG - four twenty-somethings and one husband - ah yes, and, The Baby Violinists.