What’s on YOUR smile?

After reading about the endless supply of lipgloss Big Mama cleaned out of her make-up bag, I got to thinking about the lipgloss/Chapstick issues we females have in this house.

I have a habit of either licking or rubbing my lips.  This is not good for the lips.  They tend to dry out.  I then slather on lots of Vaseline or lipgloss or lip balm.  Then I rub my lips together until most of it comes off.  And start the process all over again.  Strange, I know.  It followed me from childhood.  The strange(r) thing is, I think it runs in the family. 

ALL three of my girls have endless supplies of lip balms, Chapstick, lipgloss, lip plumper, Carmex, Vaseline and whatever hit the market five minutes ago.  Except Sophie’s stash pretty much consists of Chapstick.  She doesn’t like to leave the house without three or five of them.  None of us do.  We’re always swapping our lip products in the car.  At any given moment I’m certain that any of them could tell you her favorite flavor, brand or color.   Well, Sophie may not care so much about the brand.  But she could probably tell you which one she prefers to eat or which one has her favorite cartoon character.

Imagine my surprise when Courtney inadvertently handed her boyfriend, Aubrey, a tube of Orajel last night when he asked for some Chapstick.  He slathered the sticky gel all over his lips only to find them tingling immediately.  Cammie’s boyfriend, Trey, was the first to discover the blunder.  What was going down with the females in the house last night?  I don’t know what was funnier—Aubrey’s expression as he tried to wipe the Orajel off or Courtney’s as she discovered she just handed her boyfriend a mouth numbing agent instead of Chapstick.

If you’re questioning her innocence, I have to say that I did at first, too.  How could a girl with vast knowlege off all manner of lip products accidently hand her boyfriend a “tube” of Orajel in place of a “stick” of lip balm?  I’m still scratching my head.  But the look on her face said “innocent”.  Or embarrassed or something.

I’ll think twice before I grab a lip product from her while driving down the road. 

Hey Aubrey—the next time her braces are hurting her gums, hand her some Chapstick.

And now I’m curious.  What’s in your make-up bag?  The women.  Not you, Aubrey.