I have a lot of lip glosses. A lot. This becomes obvious when I travel by plane since I have to pull out all my liquids and put them in a clear plastic ziplock bag. My response to those who stare at me is, “I have a lipgloss fetish, that’s all.”

It finally dawned on my why I love lipgloss. Here’s why:

• it’s easy to apply (I can do this drunk, without a mirror, while driving…not all those things at the same time of course!)
• it’s less of a commitment than lipstick
• it doesn’t really matter what color you put on, it all looks about the same
• the flavors are like dessert
• it’s shiny
• it’s smackable (as in kissable not hit-able)
• it’s smells delicious
• it satisfies my dessert cravings (okay that one is a lie, I still eat dessert)

Proof is here:

I just dumped out my makeup bag (after picking out the safety pins and brush) and took a shot.

Why carry so many? Because you just never know if it’s a toasted coconut day or a plain vanilla day.

(Sidenote: I think I have a overstocking problem as shown how I do it with wine and why that affects one’s sex life Seriously. It’s proven.)

Or so I thought I completely lost it.

But I didn’t.

I found it.

Deep in my bag of lip glosses.

Thought I lost my ring in the theater while putting on hand lotion yesterday.  But I didn’t notice it missing until hours later. And that’s when I panicked. It was a ring given to me by my mom in July. I made a call to the lost and found and they assured me that they’d be on the hunt.

It wasn’t until I reached down deep for my Monday morning splash of lip color that I saw it.

Now that’s the way to start a Monday.

*huge sigh of relief*