A mouthful of Fiji

I have been sick for about 3 weeks now. It's a cough, but nothing else...most likely indicative of tuberculosis or pneumonia...but I keep on trucking without the dr. It's not that I'm opposed to it, but I am feeling really lazy and I have so many appointments as it is.

Then today, I wake up, unable to stop coughing. So now I sit on my bathroom floor, inhaling steam from my shower whilst blogging.

What else am I supposed to do?

Anyway,

I love scents that smell like the beach. Lime and coconut, cucumber melon...anything fresh and clean. I guess Andy picked up on this, at SOME point in the 14 years we've been together, and yesterday, came home with a new deodorant for himself, which he proceeded to shove excitedly under my nose. I hesitated, since usually when any of the three boys in my house look THAT excited about something and it is followed by "smell that", it doesn't end well for me.

But, lo and behold, Old Spice granted us with a new mens deodorant called "Fiji".

I must admit, it did take me away to the islands for a minute. Smelled really good. So later on last night, as Andy was rubbing his minty fresh Ben-Gay (old dude cream) on his knees, stinking up our room like a geriatric facility, I decided I needed a break from it, and stuck my nose in his armpit to see how could his new deodorant smelled on. Turns out, even better when it's ON a man!

But then I made my fatal mistake of gently biting the side of his chest affectionately, and was rewarded with a mouthful of Fiji, to which I promptly starting spitting and wiping my tongue off. Who puts deodorant that far down?!! I almost had to pour a can of tomato soup in my mouth to diffuse the taste, as if I was sprayed by a skunk!

Let's just say that the next step for beauty product manufacturers, is to crank out products that taste good if you mistakenly happen to lick them. Which, I never will again.