Old Spice

Today, my armpits smell like Old Spice.  My husband and I ran out of anti-perspirant on Monday and I haven’t had time to get to the store.  Early this morning, I searched the cupboards high and low, far and wide, but unfortunately I only found the rhinestone earring I lost two years ago, a quarter, and one travel size of Old Spice deoderant.  After I liberally applied the deoderant, I suddenly realized that I smelled like my Grandpa.  I sprayed perfume all over my body, hoping to drown out the smell of the Old Spice, but instead, the two scents combined into something that resembled chocolate chip cookies and vomit.  Sigh.
It’s going to be a long and very spicy day.

About Vicky DeCoster

Award-winning humor writer Vicky DeCoster is the author of "From Diapers to Dorkville," "Husbands, Hot Flashes, and All That Hullabaloo!" and "The Wacky World of Womanhood." She has been published in over 60 magazines, books, and on several web sites. Vicky lives in Nebraska with her husband and two children where she loves to laugh every day. Visit her at www.wackywomanhood.com.
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One Response to Old Spice

  1. The Hook says:

    On the plus side, I bet you feel like you could beat up a sailor!

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