A week or so ago I lost my deodorant.
I know. If Bizzie were your daughter, you would understand.
This left me with a bit of a situation on my hands. Normally, when my deodorant goes missing (yes, this has happened more than once since Bizzie joined our family) I simply sneak into Todd’s drawer and use his deodorant. But on this particular day, I was subbing. 5th grade in Mr. H’s class.
Here’s the thing about man deodorant. It smells manly. Powerfully manly. So manly that every time I use it, I spend the first half of my day wandering around wondering if someone spilled a bottle of cologne somewhere. Men must be trying to cover up a powerful funk, because…WOW.
Sometimes the smell is so strong that it makes me feel lightheaded. And lightheaded is not what I want to be when facing a room full of fifth graders.
So I passed on the uber-powerful, super smelly man deodorant, and instead decided to try something that I had read on a blog a few years ago. (Not that I regularly read blogs about deodorant alternatives. Just wanted to clear that up. Speaking of blogs, if you want to read a fun blog, and you are working on perfecting your running technique, I highly recommend this one. I would totally marry Cory if he weren’t already happily married.)
And…we’re back on track.
That’s right, plain old rubbing alcohol.
And guess what – it actually works!!!!
Or at least I hope it works.
Now I’m feeling paranoid.
But my armpits are germ free.
That’s all, folks.