This morning I wake up and am greeted on the bathroom
counter by the above. I’m not
fluent in sign language, but I think what this means is “Wife, I’m out of deodorant”!
Now this is just a guess, the container could have simply been left
on the counter, by a husband in a rush - but
generally deodorant is not the type of thing that makes long term appearances; It gets picked up, opened, used, closed and
set back down in the space where it normally lives, never once touching the outside
ground. It just goes straight home to the medicine cabinet each morning, like
clockwork.
Simply by the way it
was cozied up to my hair brush – topless, leads me to believe that I am
successfully conquering this new language.
The problem with men's deodorant is that they all look
alike. I've tried this before. After about the tenth time of me
returning something in a red container that was not the proper species, formula
or scent there was a deal made – darling husband, please buy your own!
Looks like all bets are off, me and Topless Spice and are
off to the store for a round of match this red item – hey wait, didn't she perform in the
closing ceremony of the Olympics last night? Can Becks come to the store with me; I
think I’ll be needing some assistance…
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