I have a morning routine. Once I shower, next is always deodorant. Well, at least it’s supposed to be. I don’t even remember what distracted me, but one morning last week I veered out of my routine. We got into the car and were halfway to town when I asked myself if I had applied deodorant. In true Christy fashion, I stuck my fingers under my armpit, felt, then smelled. Nothing.
At this point, many of you are snickering as you visualize me poking my hand into my shirt collar, under my armpit, then pulling it out, and sniffing it. I get it. I laugh at me, too. This particular day was sure to be long and result in much stink, so I knew deodorant was a must.