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.