Smells Like Teen Spirit

The commissary was all sold out of my favorite deodorant last week. I blame that darn pad of coupons hanging below that made them a price of a sucker from being free. Anyhow, my deodorant was all sold out. Not all that uncommon to fall in love with a detergent, flavor of chips, or fresh vegetable and then not see it again for months. One of the prices we pay to live in paradise.

I am cleaning up the living room Monday afternoon, crawling around on the floor picking up the 200 or so alphabet cards Dayton has strewn about for the millionth time in the past 24 hours. I know there are only 26 letters in the alphabet, but I think he threw them together so much some reproduced. Now there are more. So I am picking them up and I keep getting a whiff of what I am sure is the arm and hammer carpet fresh for pet owners. I like to use that to make the house not smell like whatever we had for dinner. It doesn't have a wildflower, or orange, or bubble gum scent to it, just a clean scent. I think I have convinced a few with it. And before someone emails and asks. We do not have pets. Not be definition, I think Dayton counts. He took his diaper off and peed in the floor just today. Which reminds me, to buy duct tape next time I am out.
I know I smell it somewhere. One of the kids must have dumped half the box under a cushion, behind the sofa. I am crawling around on my knees searching for a white powdery substance that I never find. An hour later I go to change into my pj's and I smell it again, but upstairs this time.


**drumroll**


I smelt my new deodorant.