March 19, 2002

• Oops... where's the Avon lady?

  
  

  A while ago, my son stole my deodorant.  Well, he asked politely if he could borrow it... and I haven't seen it since.  I'm sure it's in a duffel bag or backpack that's been haulted to various friend's houses where he spent the night, and sundry paintball tournaments.  At any rate, I'm pretty certain I don't WANT it back.

  
  

  This morning, though, I needed some deodorizer.  It's starting to get warm here in central Texas, and one likes to be careful, you know?  But I had none, and I have no clue where my husband's hiding his neutral/hypoallergenic stuff.  So I thought "What's good for the goose..." and proceeded to pilfer my son's deodorant.

  
  

  After applying it, I realized what it was:  Brut.  That's right... I smell nice and manly now.  It's bothering the hell out of me, but the only alternative I can think of is to wash it completely off, and then I'm back at square one, right?

  
  

  There's an Avon lady that works in this building.  I think I need to go hit her up for some samples or something.

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