Stinkers

I ran out of anti-perspirant.

NO! Wait! Come back! There's more, and while I may be stinky, it ain't pit odor I'm talkin' about here ...

My "odorless" anti-perspirant, the kind that is not stunk up with some hideous chemical the makers claim smell like "spring rain" or "baby butt" or "ice hot spice" or whatever is what I ran out of. I did, however, have plenty of a smelly variety. This one was a freebie sample and presumably smells like "Botanical Silk."

I don't know about you, but I've never actually seen a "botanical silk", let alone sniffed one. Seeing the name, I imagined some scent akin to cloth and dead leaves, but apparently the makers thought that an overpowering mishmash of the sorts of floral arrangements found in funeral homes comprised "Botanical Silk" scents.

That, of course, clashes heartily with the fruity scent the makers of my skin moisturizer thought was a neat-o stink to put into their product.

As well as the Junior Chemistry Set Disaster scent of the hair spray I use.

I don't mind, really. It keeps people away from my office, so I do get to accomplish some work without too many live interruptions. It also kills mosquitoes, several species of vermin, and keeps rabid crocodiles at bay.

Meanwhile, Mark sent me a news clip where they demonstrate that your toilet has fewer bacteria than your cell phone does. After viewing the video, I rushed to swab my phone down with rubbing alcohol.

Sad to say, I accidentally dropped my phone in the toilet ...

... oh well. At least it's cleaner than it was!