I bought the wrong deodorant.
I didn't know I bought the wrong deodorant, though. It's package is so similar to my own it should be a sin. Or at the least copyright infringement.
On Wednesday I realized mid-day at school that I had forgotten to put on deodorant. This may be TMI, but my armpits started itching a little. And that only happens when I forget to wear deodorant or when I get pulled over by a cop. (Does that happen to anyone else besides me and Sarah? When I get scared or nervous my armpits itch like a mother. Anyway...) Thankfully I had worn a jean jacket so I just kept it on all day. Kindergarteners are extremely blunt and will tell you in a heartbeat if you have any time of flaw. I'm sure they can smell BO from a mile away. When I came home from work I walked into the the bathroom and saw the culprit eyeing me from the counter. I knew at that point I had indeed worn deodorant or it would have been put away. Then I saw the REAL problem.
Suave, you little bastion, you.
I am a Secret girl. Always and forever, amen.
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