I don't know where my sudden love of cleanliness came from. (For the purposes of this blog, please note that there is a clear distinction between cleanliness and clutter.) Maybe it stems from the microbiology class I took last year. Or the fact that now the appearance on our apartment is a reflection on me. But since we've moved in, I religiously scrub every bleachable surface every Saturday. And I use Clorox wipes during the week in between. I find these behaviors to be totally reasonable. I am not afraid of germs...I just don't want them in my kitchen. Very rational, you see?
The only thing that makes me put any weight in Luke's accusations is my feeling on sponges. I hate sponges! They are just a germ reproduction center! And they stink! Despite my best efforts to run them through the dishwasher, I can smell them from a mile away. If one of us uses the sponge, I smell it on our hands and refer to this condition as "Sponge Hands."Last week was the first time that my fear of getting Sponge Hands prevented me from doing the dishes. Very ridiculous, I know. Perhaps I'm not a germaphobe, rather a Spongaphobe. I don't know, you decide.