Harley Boogies

I've recently (finally) come to a very proud OCD conclusion that Harley boogies are just a way of life and I accept her as she is. If I find them all rubbed into the couch, sloshed around on the hallway wall, or on the baby's face, hair, or new outfit I will just toss my hair back, laugh it off and continue on my way. (I'll still wipe them off mind you, I'm not that accepting...I just will not lapse into a germ obsessed tyrade at Harley regarding her helpless, though useless and completely disgusting, bodily byproduct).