Old Spice

My sweet niece arrived last night. She and her boyfriend stopped to spend the night on their way to the beach. The Daddler was so excited. I told him it might be late and that he shouldn't wait up, but when she texted me around 9:00 to say they were almost here, I went to tell him the good news. He asked me which door they'd come in, and I told him we could let them in the front, and he decided to wait outside. And that was right when they drove up. It's so sweet to be greeted by the sight of him waiting in the driveway.

We settled in the living room to visit and it hit me. The cloying scent of Old Spice. Usually, it's reserved for Sunday morning trips to church. I told my niece she must be special to merit the O.S. That he must've used extra for her. So much, in fact, that I was becoming nauseated.

I have Deb to thank for that. She buys the stuff for him at every opportunity. He has no fewer than 8 bottles, and that's just the cologne. She gets him the gift packs with deodorant, aftershave, and whatever else they dream up. I wonder if he's using an old bottle and it's gone bad or if it just smells that awful to start with.

I firmly believe that you should never scrimp on fragrance. You definitely get what you pay for. And besides, it's not like you're buying it every other week. I surprised Kiddo at Christmas with Dolce and Gabbana Light Blue. I figured it was time for a step up from the Axe body spray. Lo and behold, he loved it. If I thought The D would wear it, I'd get some for him. But I know he'd never go for that.

I'm just hoping he doesn't reek of O.S. in the morning. If he does, I might have to excuse myself from the breakfast outing. Besides, he wants to go to Cracker Barrel and I'm just not sure I'm up for that. We'll see...