Once I hit my mid-twenties, each new year has brought a real milestone. At 25, I essentially said good-bye forever to my metabolism. At 28, I could no longer sleep in my make-up and wake looking as if I'd just had a facial. Then, sometime after turning 31, no matter what kind of deoderant I'd use, by the end of the day, I smelled like a 15 year old boy.
Until, last Christmas, my mother stuck this fancy, magic deo in my stocking.
I don't kow what it so special about it - except that you have to go a department store to buy it - but it works. While it is more expensive than the sprays or roll-ons you can buy at the Target, Cashmere Mist lasts FOREVER. This year, I've only used 3 sticks. So, when you do the math, at $20 a purchase, it's really about the same as, maybe even cheaper than, buying a drugstore brand once a month. And really, can you put on a price on not grossing out your friends with your stench?
In addition to keeping me smelling like a lady, this deo is also great bait for getting Mr. W to go to his least favorite place in all the land: The Mall.
DRIVING THROUGH THE BURBS ON A SATURDAY
Hey, can we pop over to the mall really quick?
Why? You don't need anything new. You said you weren't going to buy any new clothes for a while. I hate the mall.
I'm out of my deoderant...
CAR CUTS ACROSS 3 THREE LANES OF TRAFFIC AND TURNS ON 2 WHEELS INTO THE FIRST PARKING SPACE BY THE MACY'S ENTRANCE.