Last week I was on Facebook when I saw that a friend of mine was horrified to find out that her husband had inadvertently used her toothbrush. When I read this two things happened to me: First, I realized that not everyone shares toothbrushes with their significant others (which I totally do...especially when we go on trips...because I am OCD about packing light and YES IT REALLY DOES MAKE THAT MUCH OF A DIFFERENCE!). Second, I solidified my place as least-hygiene-conscious-individual-in-the-universe. Seriously. I am totally throwing myself under the bus here, I'm sure, but I did not even fully realize that these things were not completely normal.
I mean really. I wipe my boogers on my husband...and he gladly reciprocates. I am a lifelong nose-picker, but I try not to do it in public. I take 3 showers a week (that's one every 2-3 days, for you math lovers out there) and it seems to do me just fine. At times my leg hair has rivaled even the most gruesome of yeti creatures. I don't really have a problem with eating things off of "unclean" surfaces. And the number of times my dog has accidentally (read: completely on purpose because he is a MOLESTER) french kissed me would probably make some of you throw up a little.
Whew...that feels much better...do I have any fellow hygiene haters out there?
I am sort of a neat-freak, though...does that make up for all of the above nastiness? No? Oh, OK...just thought I would ask.