How to Buy Deodorant

So, for those of you who don't know, I picked up an extra shift at my second job cleaning the office building I work in on Saturday mornings. My first shift was on the 10th. I woke up and decided NOT to get all cleaned up because I was just going to get all gross again while cleaning bathrooms and doing garbages. I also planned a trip to the grocery store afterward because I had a handful of coupons that were burning a hole in my pocket. (Free Cheerios?! YES!) So, after about 3 hours hauling garbage, scrubbing toilets, and dragging a vacuum up and down 3 flights of stairs (the building really needed a good cleaning), I decided to call it quits and wander over to the store. I felt (and looked! and smelled!) absolutely disgusting. Well, one of the coupons I had in my handbag was a discount on deodorant, so I made my way that direction first. The store was super crowded. I parked myself in front of the deodorant display and concentrated with all my might on the problem at hand: what do I want to smell like for the next 3 months? My cart was a little far out in the isle, but nobody was coming my way so I didn't bother moving it. While debating between "Asian Pear" and "Shower Fresh", I saw out of the corner of my eye a gentleman who needed to get past my cart. I was kindof embarrassed, but when I turned around and saw who it was, my embarrassment deepened 10 fold. Russell M. Nelson- or his double- but all the same, very embarrassing. Here I am, uglified and grody, concentrating so deeply on deodorant, which I so desperately and obviously need at the moment, and an APOSTLE decides to show up! Aah! ha ha ha I remember a time in my life when I despaired of ever meeting or seeing an apostle up close, and for some reason, it was extremely important to me. Now, of all things... I moved my cart and blushed fit to match my red sneakers. By the way, "Southern Peach" was the winner.

Zombie Apocalypse

So, it has arrived. Dena, Doug's sister, warned Doug that various members of the family had been through what she called "the zombie apocalypse flu." Well, this week, Doug and I have both spent days at home with something that very much seems like the zombie apocalypse flu. Ug. I have spent the morning in various stages of consciousness, and have now travelled to the couch. There are so many blogs I haven't read in the past couple of weeks, so now, while I am quite stationary, is a good time to read (and POST!).
I must say, this whole experience made me grateful for my woobie. For those of you out there who don't know what a woobie is, go rent "Mr. Mom" and get back to me. My woobie is a lovely blue and white checked fleece throw that Em made me when I was at school in Provo (thanks Em- we've been inseparable since. :) I TRIED to use Doug's woobie (a green fleece throw that is still sitting on our couch from his zombie apocalypse experience yesterday), but there is a huge difference. It's like when you were a kid and you slept with a favorite toy most of the time, and then your favorite toy is missing or in the wash and your sweet parents try to give you a suitable replacement. There is no replacement. :)