Scary Stuff!

Every week I plan on doing Mama Kat's writing prompt... and every week I end up just too darn busy. But this week, oh I'm still busy... busy being scared! ;)

Writing Prompt: My 10 biggest fears

1. Germs. Yep, I am a huge germ-a-phobe. Carry around germ-x and purell like you wouldn't believe. It's all I can do not to bathe in the stuff if I even think about something germy and icky. Every winter my hands get horribly chapped from all the handwashing. Just today, I bathed a shopping cart in purell because baby girl would not keep her mouth off of it! Now that is scary!
   
2. Gas Appliances. They totally freak me out. I hold my breath every time I light my burners or oven. I run past the water heater in the basement. I put off checking the LP tank as long as possible (which has led to some expensive emergency deliveries).
3. Undercooked Meat. I cook my meat until I am absolutely sure its no longer pink. And then I cook it some more. Incidentally, gravy is awesome. It helps with all the dryness from cooking the meat too long. Of course it doesn't help so much with the burnt meat.
4. Feet. I can't stand them. Except for baby feet of course. Who doesn't love baby feet? This probably goes back to the whole fear of germs thing. I don't even touch my own feet. And if I accidentally do (aside from in the shower of course), I wash my hands about five times.
5. That my husband will come home early from work one day and catch me blogging here. ;)
   
6. The Hantavirus. Probably completely irrational, but still. Every fall, when the weather turns, or in the summer when it's especially hot and dry, the mice come in. We live in a rural area, so its completely unavoidable. And it completely freaks me out that some mice carry this virus. Every winter I'm ready to abandon my house for one that doesn't get mice.
7. The fact that some stores still sell toys that are recalled. Its perfectly legal in some states (including the one I'm living in). The fact that toys with high levels of lead paint in them might still be on the shelves at my local store scares the crap out of me. Especially since both of my little ones have a habit of putting everything in their mouths.
8. Everything on the floor of my car. My car is a mess. That's what happens when you live 30 miles from the closest fast food restaurant and you can't wait to get home to eat. And you make a habit of giving the two little ones milk/juice/snacks in the car and forget to fish out the bottle/cup/leftover and/or thrown snacks when you get home.
9. Basements/Attics. I fear them both equally due to watching too many damn horror movies as a kid. I totally run up/down the stairs when leaving in case of being chased by masked serial murderer or supernatural scary being who just happens to be hiding there.
10. That I won't see two pink lines next week!!

darn, did I do this a day late? Oh well, that's par for the course of my life! ;) Better late then never. Are there any more cliches about being late?