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I smell like an old lady

Somehow, I managed to purchase rose-scented deodorant at Target the other day. Not sure how that happened as I usually aim for unscented or powder fresh. Let me just tell you this, rose-scented deodorant should be reserved for women over the age of 70.

In addition to smelling like Aunt Erma, I'm wearing the cashmere sweater that Mike shrunk a couple of years ago. I don't know why I continue to try to resurrect it. When I put it on it appears presentable, but then once I get moving things go downhill—or uphill if you will—the thing starts rolling up at the bottom and ends up looking more like a crop top. Nice. At least I have a lengthy camisole underneath.

Harumph

I somehow managed to strain my back while sleeping. Go figure. I took some 800mg Tylenol I had leftover from my tooth situation a while back, and it helped me sleep, but now that I'm up, not so much. I feel old and achy.

I got nailed in the chest last night at dodgeball. Mike thought I got hit in the face and reverted into 8-year-old school-yard behavior with the other team which resulted in his ejection from the game. Thank god that was our last night of dodgeball. We'll be bowling next Tuesday.

My holiday shopping is not going so well. I'm being kind of lethargic about it. Procrastination, I guess. I've bought 2 things and don't have much enthusiasm for the rest. Not that I don't want to get my family nice gifts. I'm just having a hard time motivating myself to seek out said gifts. I sent my grandparents some pears.

Mike and I are planning a road trip down to Louisiana for the holidays, with an overnight stopover in Memphis. We plan to eat some BBQ, check out Beale Street, and hit up Graceland on the way out of town. I've promised a friend that we will take photos on location wearing bejewled sunglasses and sequined jumpers.