“Queen of the Backup.” That was a title that my mother held, and likely still does; only now I’m giving her a run for her money. Yes, I’ve become my mother. When I go to the store, I buy two of something, to ensure that when the first runs out, I still have a “backup” on hand to carry us until I can get to the store again. This plan is quite seamless and rarely there is there a hiccup, unless my husband is involved.
He’s not the best communicator when his toiletries run low and I don’t exactly check out the levels of his stuff, as I’m generally running arse-over-tea-kettle to get myself ready in the morning.
It has come to my attention that he is out of deodorant, not that he told me or anything.
I happened to notice a big ol’ armpit hair on my deodorant this morning. At first, I panicked, thinking, “My God! Has it been THAT long since I shaved?!”
But then I remembered that I have been breaking down and actually running the razor over the offending areas more frequently, mostly because I don’t want stray cats to begin using my legs as scratching posts. I’ll generally hit the armpits more frequently, so this was a conundrum.
Then it hit me. This nasty, long hair on my deodorant had to come from my husband’s arm pit. It was then that I cursed the advertising slogan of this particular brand: “Strong Enough for a Man, but Made for a Woman.”
Well, Bravo!! It doesn’t mean that I wanted his hairy pit to be slathered with my stick!
I went back into the bedroom and nudged his snoring body.
“Hey—I know you used my deodorant. Are you out of yours?”
A fuzzy reply, “How do you know I used it?”
“Because there was a HUGE PIT HAIR on it!”
The bed began to shake with his stifled laughter. Needless to say, I will be making a trip to get him his own underarm deodorant today. I’m sure anyone who was around him yesterday will at least appreciate he found something that worked to supress his “manly” scent.
Has your husband ever “borrowed” some of your products? Did he leave them “tainted?”