So I get out of the shower today, and reach for my new deodorant [first thing I do after I am dressed, if you have ESS (excessive sweating syndrome) like me you know why] and it was gone. A million thoughts ran through my head. Hot pants had stopped by for a brief visit, maybe she took it. Maybe it was just too much pressure for poor clinical protection, couldn't handle it. Maybe (most likely culprit) Violet took it. She had put it on three times yesterday, and seemed obsessed. So I was running through the house, working up a sweat, looking in every one of Violet's usual hiding places. No luck. I was devastated. I sulk my way up the stairs to finish my beauty routine, and when I open the drawer that houses my deodorant, and all the way in the back, there it was. So it turns out, I think it was hiding from my stank. I feel kind of sorry for it, but it is like changing diapers, just because your job stinks, doesn't mean you don't have to do it. It has been working hard and well. I should get a kick back for all the advertising, huh.