There's always something

That doesn't make the trip. I feel pretty proud of myself for remembering to bring pants up here, what with trying to get out the door with the Bad Dogs. However...

I had a great shower this morning. Cousin R being a member of civilized society, she has a REAL water heater. There are no words for my glee. But when I got out of the shower and brushed my teeth, I started rummaging through my bathroom bag....rummaging...looking...shit.

No deodorant.

I'm pretty sure I can get from my current location to a place that sells that sort of thing. But I'm not sure if I trust the Pack in my absence.

Oh well. We're going to find out, because I have no intention of smelling like a Middle Easterner.