Festering Pits

My armpits stink. Actually it's just my right armpit that's giving me problems.

This never used to be a problem. Lately, toward the end of the day, I'll turn my head sharply to the right and catch a subtle whiff of old corn chips combined with fetid socks.

I hesitate to admit this, but quite some time ago I switched from anti-perspirant to deodorant after the whole aluminum chloride equals Alzheimer's scare. After that, I stopped using the deodorant (I didn't like the way it conflicted with the small amount of cologne I wear to smell nice for Deb and the girls). I truly maintained a good scent. Until now. . .

So this is the week, when I'm meeting hundreds of strangers, my pit decides to become an incubator for smelly bacteria.

I'll be home tomorrow. That's when I'll head to the store and get a brand new stick of deodorant.

I've been out of the game for a while so I'm soliciting you for brand suggestions. Please let me know your favorite brand and I'll give it a try. You should know I won't try anything strong enough for a man, but made for a woman. But if you suggest it, I'll give it a whirl. Hopefully I'll find something nice immediately.

I'm not just looking for hygiene suggestions. I'm sitting here trying to kill time while I charge up my iPod for tomorrow's flight. I can't wait to get home. I miss my wife. I miss my daughters. I've warned Deb that she should prepare herself for lots of sex. Another good reason to keep my armpit from smelling. Although I understand there are lots of people into that sort of thing. I'm pretty sure Deb isn't one of them.

Tomorrow brings fresh smelling armpits, hugs from my little ones and sweet, sweet lovin' from my woman. I'm a happy guy.