|Wearing Ann Taylor Loft shirt and necklace (recent), Target dress and watch, thrifted belt, Soda shoes|
Once upon a time there was a girl who scoffed when grocery stores started stocking those antibacterial wipes for the cart handles. "Psh," she snorted. "A little dirt is good. Builds up immunities." And she went merrily on her non-sanitized way and continued letting her kids eat Cheerios off the church floor and sit in un-wiped down high chairs in restaurants.
And then she started feeling like junk and turns out she had a weird virus. And because there were like four days when she was unaware she was carrying a communicable disease she continued mouth kissing her children and then one of them* got the weird disease as well. All from an infected shopping cart handle (or door knob or whatever).
Moral of the story: I will now be sanitizing my shopping carts.
*Baby 2. Of course.