I spent some time today with a lovely friend today, but I always walk away from our time together with a small smile on my face, wondering how on earth she ever managed to conceive.
Anti-bacterial gel always at the ready, a shuddery reluctance to wipe the green sauce from her DS's nose in case it gets on her hands.
I've also seen her at the pool, special flipflops on her feet from the second her feet are bared to the very edge of the pool, even showering in them.
I can just imagine her face being all squirly and uptight although I try not to what with all those fluids swishing around when the evening action starts and those floodgates open.
(Oh and I'm close enough to her to know there's no OCD involved, it's just a distaste for all secretions really, so don't start the flaming regarding that, ok?)