Yesterday I had a few extra minutes before my office hours, so I ran into Sephora on the way to school to get some lip gloss and blush so I could look like an adult for our big fancy anniversary date that night. A lady in a hot pink wig directed me to a kiosk of various types of makeup, including about fourteen different items falling into the lip gloss category. I was in a hurry, so didn't pay very close attention to what I was doing when I grabbed a couple of things that looked good, paid, and left.
In the car I flipped down my visor and tried out my new lip whatever-it-was.
And it was DARK PINK HOOKER LIPSTICK.
OMG. I have office hours in TEN MINUTES.
I frantically dug around in the back seat for a wipe, a napkin, or something, ANYTHING, to get it off. Found a crusty Starbuck's napkin under Charlie's car seat, spit all over it, and wiped the heck out of my mouth to get it off. Most of it came off. MOST of it. And my lips were extra red from all the rubbing.
And then after class I thought, "maybe I just didn't do it right. Now that I have more time, I'll give it another try." You can probably imagine how that went.
I'm sticking with my Burt's chapstick from now on.