I bought this little house in Lauderdale, MN back in the early 2000’s. My daughter Aeriel, a friend of hers and I went to Menards to find her a floor rug for her bedroom. Aeriel and Beth ran off to look around, while I perused the racks and discussed each item with the store assistant.
It was winter and my lips were very chapped. While I was talking to the gentleman, I not only covered my lips with chapstick, but I made sure the edges were also coated. I even rubbed it in deeply to about an inch around the outside of my lips. They really were chapped.
As is my nature, I engage in good hearted banter and kept him laughing. when Aeriel and Beth came running up, Aeriel, in a very stern voice said, “Mom! What are you doing?”
“I think I found a rug for you!” I said excitedly.
“No.” She said. “Look in the mirror!”
I looked in the mirror. I had used my lipstick, not my chapstick and it was smeared all around my mouth and lips. I asked the assistant why he hadn’t said anything (he had laughed quite a bit at my humor and now I think he was really laughing at my clown face). He just said he thought I liked it like that.
Sometimes things just happen this way.