I have an addiction that I'm not proud of: Carmex. You read that right -- Carmex.
I have to have Carmex on my mouth at all times. I do. And it has to be Carmex. Nothing else will suffice. I've become dependent. I need a fix every hour. There must be some secret chemical added to this Yellow Tube of Goodness, because I've had this addiction for years and years. I got hooked in high school.
I buy tubes of the stuff. There is one in every room of my house, not to mention the car, my purse, my pocket, and Matt's car.
Sad. I know.
Now you would think with all this Carmex in the house I would be able to avert any chapped lip crisis that comes my way. Wrong!
Last night while my family was fast asleep, I was getting ready for bed. I reached for some Carmex -- it was gone! I went to my secret emergency stash for a new tube . . . all of it was missing!
I started to get a little frantic so I crept downstairs and fished through my purse. Nothing!!!!
Who is this Carmex thief??????? How do they know about the secret stash!!
I'm pretty certain if I could have made my way through the maze of shoes and cloths in the Black Hole I would have found it all in Claire's purse. But it's just too risky in the dark. Then again, Eden has been known to steal a tube or two. I've discovered it on occasion in his pockets.
I'm sort of bugged. My kids know I have Carmex issues and still they plunder. They don't even like Carmex. The prefer Blistex, which is a good thing because it probably doesn't have addictive properties.
I couldn't sleep last night! I lay there and felt my lips getting chappier as the night wore on. It was torture.
You better believe the first thing I did this morning was drive to Walmart and purchase about 20 tubes.
Eden and Claire, read these freshly Carmexed lips:
Keep Out! :)