It is time to put it down on my cyber-tablet. I've been very ashamed, but now I must tell all. Please don't hate me....
I'VE BEEN USING SCOTT'S DEODORANT!!!!!!!!!!
I know, I know, that's gross. I totally agree. It smells like shit. How can something that smells good on a guy, smell so gross on me????? Whew! Nisty!
I do want you all to know that this deodorant was an extra one he had. Which is probably because I will randomly pick him up a cool men's deodorant that catches my eye while I'm in stores. Then, inevitably, when I get home from the grocery store with it, he'll say, "Aurora, I already have deodorant." Oh well, I like toiletries. What can I say? So, anyway, it isn't like we are sharing a deodorant stick or anything. Nope, I'm just using it like it was made for me: storing it in my bathroom, applying it as needed. Yeah, I'm just going after that men's solid like it the greatest smell in the world. What is wrong with me?
And, let's understand: I could buy a deodorant for myself. Yep, sure could. But, do I? Nope. Oh, and when Scott went to the store this past weekend, and he asked if there was anything I needed, did I say, "Secret?" NO! Why????
Well, I think it goes deep within the sick person I am. Ok, I'm going to tell you guys something about myself. I am currently living my life in training as if I was going to be stranded without stores, showers, food, etc. Yes, I like to push the limits and see how I can really rough it. For example, I like to eat food cold and out of their cans. And, I try to brave cold weather without putting extra clothes on. These are just a few of my random training exercises. So, I think this deodorant episode is another one of my self-discipline regimes. Just in case I may be stuck in the bush country of Alaska without any deodorant and all I can do is borrow some solid stick from an eskimo. And, then I'll think to myself, hey, this isn't bad. I've done this at home. No problem.