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And I hate onions.

I should shower. 

Seriously. 

I just got home from working out.  I used to be able to come home from the gym and hang out, catch up on some Will and Grace reruns, internally wrestle wanting to eat something good and void out all of my hard work of putting on an athletic bra (that- in itself- is a workout).  As soon as the sweat patches dried from underneath my boobs, I was good.  Deodorant works- well, it used to.  I mean, I shower, eventually.  But it was nothing pressing. 

Maybe after a nap.

Apparently, there’s another reason I can add to my list of why aging can suck my ass.   

During my 3 mile step climb at the gym, I turned into a TSA bomb-sniffing dog, wondering where the hell that smell was coming from.  Body odor.  It smelled like a big fat onion.  In my mind, I blamed the dude on the treadmill next to me- he had a “Craw-fish Fry” t- shirt on… it seemed a logical conclusion.  However,  the smell followed me through my circuits and into my car and the verdict was clear- my sweat stinks.  FUCK.  First my bladder control, then my sex drive, NOW THIS?

The universe is tormenting me.

Come on, this… is just cruel…

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What was wrong with “Depends”?  Isn’t this market a bit saturated- I totally meant that pun!  Next they’ll be naming kegels after me.   And crazy lonely old ladies that live with 48 cats.  

 

 

Being fat and old bites and, now, it stinks, too.   And so do I.

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