Last week everyone was sick. Not me. Not my wife. Not our 12-year-old son. But everyone else.
According to my wife, it’s “kill” or “be killed.”
“Stay away from the germs,” she told me.
One time she heard I was in the same room with someone who had the flu.
“Were you wearing those clothes?” she asked. “Take ’em off. Throw ’em in the wash. Use bleach. Not just on the clothes— shower with it, too. Gargle with it.”
My wife is queen of hand sanitizer, antibacterial soap and Lysol, which, by th...
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