Karma is a funny thing. I spend a fair amount of time being hygienic, especially with an 11 year old carrier of germs in the house. Emily goes to a Elementary school where they encourage shoes off and hand painting so the smell in their after school day care is a violent collision of preteen intestinal gas, smelly feet, sticky grape Kool-Aid under the nails and I think some aerosolized Cooties too. So, there are some germs at this place. Well, some of them made it into my system because I am down and out for the count. And I am not happy. And yes, I am a baby. I moan and grunt and am generally worthless. So I am not only person who doesn’t want me sick!