Don't think too hard...

The other night we went to the baseball game and had really great seats thanks to our dentist.  He has season passes, but doesn't go to all of the games, so he doles the tickets out to his patients!  Score!

When we sat down, on the ground (?) floor (?) - where we put our feet - there was some trash, including a lemonade cup.  I was sitting in the seat above it (Boy, it's really hard to describe this story) and had a lemonade cup of my own.  I was doing a really good job of keeping them separate.  Then I switched seats with my husband and then left to go buy a funnel cake.  When I came back with another lemonade and the cake my son was drinking from a lemonade cup.  I'm not sure which one he was drinking from.  I started thinking about it.  A lot.  I started worrying that he had been drinking from some stranger's cup and who knows what ailments that person had.  Then I started thinking about all of the things that you really shouldn't think about too much.  Who sat on that toilet seat before me?  Did that Taco Bell guy sneeze on my burrito? How many farts do I breathe in in one day?

The moral?  Ignorance really is bliss.