Confessions of a Germaphobe

Last Friday night, I went out to dinner with my boys (that would be my husband and son . . . in case your confused). On the way home, we had to swing by Walgreen's to get a couple things, and so I figured I'd check out what was new in the Redbox. I have a Redbox app on my phone. How sad and pathetic is that?

Anyway, I noticed that Contagion had just come out. You know, the movie about a worldwide epidemic where thousands of people die, and it's not really that unbelievable. You know, the type of movie that I should never, in a thousand years and then some, be allowed to watch. Yep that's the one. So I talked Patrick into renting it. I've finally come to the point where I think I can talk about it. Although, I may now need therapy.

After we wrestled Andrew into bed, and then made him get back in bed 26 times . . .he's pretty small . . . I'm thinking about reinstating the crib . . . four year olds can still sleep in a crib . . . right? That's a joke . . . sort of. Okay, so we finally made him stay in bed, and we started the movie. Y'all I'm not kidding when I say that I came very close to hyperventilating in the first fifteen minutes. My twitter followers (all 20 of them) and facebook friends may have noticed that I was posting comments in rapid succession. That's because I was trying to distract myself from the very realistic and disturbing scenes of death.

I watched the movie in its entirety. Patrick fell asleep. Apparently, people like him think movies about worldwide death and destruction are boring. Needless to say, the movie did not leave me feeling any sense of security. Nope instead I'm planning on stocking up on bottled water and buying hazmat suits in various sizes. You know, just in case . . .