What do you give the person who has everything? You know, BO, butter-colored teeth and athlete's foot from hell. Apparently, the gift of the year in my neck of the woods is deodorant. DH went to the store where one can buy anything that strokes the imagination (within reason). Of course, since his tube of deodorant chose today of all days to run out, it was all the added incentive he needed to brave the mania. That and the fact he needed to correct his puff pastry error (a story for another day). He drove out to the store, fought for parking in the pre-Christmas swell and wrestled his way inside. He's sensitive to smells--particularly bad ones--so when he told me the entire experience stank, I knew he wasn't just talking about the last-minute rush. After hobbling through on his cane, he reached the personal hygiene aisle.
All the deodorant was gone.
So if you're one of those hard-to-buy-for folks and you haven't been able to guess what's lurking in those cleverly wrapped pressies under the tree; if you live where I do, deodorant dreams and showering wishes may just be coming your way.
As to the title--I've just always wanted to say that!
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