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.