I chopped up veggies last night for The Husband's black-eyed peas and ham (if any of you ever come for dinner, ask him to cook--he's fantastic!) while he talked to his sister, and the last thing I chopped was a jalapeño. I washed my hands, finished up what I was doing, and thought nothing of anything until I wiped my forehead, scratched my nose,
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