Instead of excusing and explaning my absence from this here blog, I'm going right in to yet another experience that makes me feel old. Again. Old.
As I hurriedly got ready for work on Tuesday (always in a hurry), I couldn't find my deodorant. Getting desparate I used (gulp) my daughter's stick of Caribean Cool Teen Spirit.
I'm sorry. When did I get old enough to have a daughter? That uses deodorant?
1 comment:
when i was at your house i remember thinking 'that is not maddie's is it?!?!?!?' - she is old (not you)
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