Amy's latest product endorsement: "Scent" straight from heaven's bakery

It disgusts Savannah to no end, but Sydney and I pack minimally when we head to Connecticut because we fully intend to mooch off all of Savannah's stuff.  No need for a hair brush, flattener, blow dryer, or toothpaste. Savannah's lucky if we bring our own toothbrushes! I didn't advertise it because I knew she'd pitch a fit but I also had no qualms about using Savannah's deodorant too.

So it was, on my last trip to the "Arsenal of the Nation," that I delved into Savannah's sundries arsenal, happily smearing on a protective and considerate layer of deodorant. "Ooooo, I smell like cookies," I sighed happily. I held up the container for closer inspection. Yup. Macaroon-scented. My time had arrived. Finally...a scent that spoke to me.

Savannah was moderately alarmed (but not all that surprised) when she walked into the room, catching me clutching her antiperspirant. "It smells like cookies," I shouted, waving it at her. Her eyes widened before suddenly slamming shut in a soul-squeezing squint. "Did you use my deodorant," she snarled. "Well, yeah," I admitted, "it smells like COOKIES!" She snatched the scented deodorant away from me. "No it doesn't. Look. There are flowers on the label." Savannah buys deodorant like her father with a questionable strategy called the Snatch & Go.  I sighed. "Savannah...what do you think a macaroon is?"  Sydney suddenly walked in and, like a blood hound, sniffed. "Do I smell cookies?" I smiled and flapped like a chicken. "That would be me," I crowed.

Despite the product name, I do NOT want this life-changing scent to be a secret. Wake up, America! There is a cookie-scented deodorant out there with YOUR name on it! Spread the word!