…can pack a wallop!
A friend of mine–Jennifer Angelo–is writing a fabulously funny book on germs and the people who hate them.Ã‚Â
She needs our help with a chapter on purses.Ã‚Â She has discovered that one of the most recent threads of research on germs involves looking at how filthy the bottoms of women’s purses are.
Remember, we often set these lovely leather pocketbooks on the counter before cooking….EWWW, yes, that’s right.Ã‚Â That purse you set on the bathroom floor in toys-r-us.Ã‚Â That one.
Anyway, Jennifer is wondering if we could offer the grossest places our purses have been.Ã‚Â
I have to admit, since knowing Jennifer for over a year and being subjected to countless, grotesque and funny chapters of her book, I don’t put my purse on bathroom floors.Ã‚Â In fact, I’m almost to the point of wearing and carrying nothing that isn’t plastic and can’t be scrubbed down with wipes or zapped in the microwave…
Really, what’s your grossest purse story?Ã‚Â Think hard ladies…or how about you men and your briefcases?Ã‚Â My husband lays the garbage can lid on the kids table while pulling out the bag…I shudder to wonder where his computer case sits while he’s working.Ã‚Â I know you men have good germ stories.Ã‚Â The grosser the better.