Seriously, sad puppy dog eyes have no effect on the Hygiene Hunter. I wouldn't even touch my dog's chewy thing.
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About me.
Three verifiable things about me. One. I am an only child. The concept of sharing, therefore, is foreign to me. Two. I am a Virgo. The sign regarded as a perfectionist. Three. My mother raised me to be meticulously clean; compulsively tidy. According to my mother, "You have taken this clean thing way too far." I disagree. Apologies to my mother.
Nature or nurture? Who knows? Who cares? I have not been diagnosed with Obsessive Compulsive Disorder. Nor would I label myself a Cleanaholic. Or a Germaphobe. My world though, is definitely a unique place. One where doors open magically. Hotel mattresses are pristine. And estheticians never double dip.
I live in this world without a bubble or a honeycomb mask. About 15 years ago I got tired of catching the flu du jour and became ever more so hygienically vigilant -- perhaps obsessively so.
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- Hmmm.
- My housecleaning knee.
- The guilt-free latte.
- Not just wearing the gloves.
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- What's right at the Opus.
- Stymied by the Opus
- A very unlucky penny.
- A complimentary exhibit outside Centre Pompidou.
- Look. Free earphones.
- The dreaded washroom key.
- Lint-free Fairmont Pacific Rim.
- A Fairmont Pacific Rim surprise.
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- Radiation free Matcha.
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