Mandi here...do you ever feel like you have things under control and then....
Haha this was kind of a funny story I thought I would share.
The story of my life is that I'm late for everything...I mean everything, everyday. Greg and I were riding together to go to the private party we had to play at on Saturday. We met everyone at the Woodshed to pick up our equipment from the previous night. Greg told me not to be late. He said "you are late for everything, do not be late. We will arrive on time today." I said "ya, sure thing not a problem." So I busted my bootie to get ready on time and I was actually a few minutes early. Yeah me, right?! Well, we packed up our gear and headed to the gig out in Elba. On our way I realized I forgot to put on deodorant and it's about 85 degrees out, real nice! Riding in the truck I was thinking to myself, that because I was in such a rush the only reason I was early is because I skipped the whole "deoderant routine" for the day. I took off my seat belt and dove into the back seat searching frantically for a can of deoderant. I usually have an extra can of deoderant stashed under the seat along with a few other things that ya just never know if you'll need someday. :) Ok, so no deoderant. I asked Greg to stop at the next store and told him why. No big deal, right? We stop at a small convenient store/gas station. I buy a pop and a little trial size stick of deoderant, now I'm happy. We get driving again and I whip out the deoderant take off the cap and give it a big sniff....Oh My God it smelled like a chemical burn waiting to happen. I told Greg to smell it and he said "what the hell is wrong with it?" We both laughed. There was something definitely wrong with it but I really needed it and I didn't want to ask him to stop again. I didn't want us to be late. :) So now at this point we are just casually talking while he's driving and I proceed to put the deoderant on my left pit. When I pulled the deoderant back out from under my BLACK shirt (yes, I said BLACK. keep in mind the deoderant is WHITE) Greg yells "Oh my God what's wrong with it?" So at this point, I'm thinking he meant my arm pit. I quickly lift my arm looking at my arm pit in panic mode and he says "No, the deoderant, Mandi look at the deoderant!" I look at the deoderant and the whole entire stick of deoderant is broken off and basically empty. Ok...now at this point the only spot that the whole chunk of deoderant could be is in my pit, right? LOL! I said "oh my god, just pull over please...my shirt is black and it's the only one I have to wear. Please Greg pull over." He laughed and said "well, we're on a highway so just hang on and I'll pull over at the next store up the road." Now there I sat with a huge chunk of deoderant in my pit praying to God it wouldn't fall out. There were little white crumbs of deoderant everywhere and I was trying not to move at all so that I didn't squish it into my shirt. A few minutes went by and we pulled into another little convenience store...much like the first one we stopped at. I jumped out of the truck and pulled one arm out of my shirt thus, flashing several people in the parking lot. Greg was laughing so hard and old ladies were giving me dirty looks. It was horrible! I told the old ladies that if they had a clump of dry rotted deoderant in their arm pit they would have done the same thing!! I cleaned my self all off with some napkins and got back in the truck. I check the clock, and we are still on time! Yes!!! We made it to the gig on time but after sound check we had a couple hours to spare so we all went and ate some dinner. On the way to the restaraunt, we stopped at a RiteAid and I bought some aerosol deoderant which will never be allowed to leave my truck, ever! The show went on odor free :) and we weren't late after all that. I still think about the look on Greg's face when I pulled the deorderant out from under my shirt....priceless!
Haha this was kind of a funny story I thought I would share.
The story of my life is that I'm late for everything...I mean everything, everyday. Greg and I were riding together to go to the private party we had to play at on Saturday. We met everyone at the Woodshed to pick up our equipment from the previous night. Greg told me not to be late. He said "you are late for everything, do not be late. We will arrive on time today." I said "ya, sure thing not a problem." So I busted my bootie to get ready on time and I was actually a few minutes early. Yeah me, right?! Well, we packed up our gear and headed to the gig out in Elba. On our way I realized I forgot to put on deodorant and it's about 85 degrees out, real nice! Riding in the truck I was thinking to myself, that because I was in such a rush the only reason I was early is because I skipped the whole "deoderant routine" for the day. I took off my seat belt and dove into the back seat searching frantically for a can of deoderant. I usually have an extra can of deoderant stashed under the seat along with a few other things that ya just never know if you'll need someday. :) Ok, so no deoderant. I asked Greg to stop at the next store and told him why. No big deal, right? We stop at a small convenient store/gas station. I buy a pop and a little trial size stick of deoderant, now I'm happy. We get driving again and I whip out the deoderant take off the cap and give it a big sniff....Oh My God it smelled like a chemical burn waiting to happen. I told Greg to smell it and he said "what the hell is wrong with it?" We both laughed. There was something definitely wrong with it but I really needed it and I didn't want to ask him to stop again. I didn't want us to be late. :) So now at this point we are just casually talking while he's driving and I proceed to put the deoderant on my left pit. When I pulled the deoderant back out from under my BLACK shirt (yes, I said BLACK. keep in mind the deoderant is WHITE) Greg yells "Oh my God what's wrong with it?" So at this point, I'm thinking he meant my arm pit. I quickly lift my arm looking at my arm pit in panic mode and he says "No, the deoderant, Mandi look at the deoderant!" I look at the deoderant and the whole entire stick of deoderant is broken off and basically empty. Ok...now at this point the only spot that the whole chunk of deoderant could be is in my pit, right? LOL! I said "oh my god, just pull over please...my shirt is black and it's the only one I have to wear. Please Greg pull over." He laughed and said "well, we're on a highway so just hang on and I'll pull over at the next store up the road." Now there I sat with a huge chunk of deoderant in my pit praying to God it wouldn't fall out. There were little white crumbs of deoderant everywhere and I was trying not to move at all so that I didn't squish it into my shirt. A few minutes went by and we pulled into another little convenience store...much like the first one we stopped at. I jumped out of the truck and pulled one arm out of my shirt thus, flashing several people in the parking lot. Greg was laughing so hard and old ladies were giving me dirty looks. It was horrible! I told the old ladies that if they had a clump of dry rotted deoderant in their arm pit they would have done the same thing!! I cleaned my self all off with some napkins and got back in the truck. I check the clock, and we are still on time! Yes!!! We made it to the gig on time but after sound check we had a couple hours to spare so we all went and ate some dinner. On the way to the restaraunt, we stopped at a RiteAid and I bought some aerosol deoderant which will never be allowed to leave my truck, ever! The show went on odor free :) and we weren't late after all that. I still think about the look on Greg's face when I pulled the deorderant out from under my shirt....priceless!