I was bemoaning to Hubs the other day that Cover Girl lipstick has discontinued the color Rum Raisin. My color. For years. Rum Raisin and I have a long and dramatic history together, and it was with a sad heart I learned we were being forced to part ways.
My ever-logical Hubs wasn’t impressed. "Just find another color," he said flippantly. Clearly, he has never searched for a new shade of lipstick. A good trait in a husband, now that I think of it.
The next day, he noticed me digging into the last of my Rum Raisin with a lipstick brush, and he asked what I was doing. I explained that I thought could eke out a few more weeks of Rum Raisin this way. He laughed and shook his head and mumbled something about being thankful that he’s a man.
When I was climbing into bed later that night, he nonchalantly came upstairs and reported, "I just ordered you seven tubes of Cover Girl Rum Raisin on E-bay."
"You did WHAT?" I shrieked.
"I found some Rum Raisin lipstick on E-bay. It was only $2.99 a tube, and they had seven tubes, so I ordered them all."
You would think, after twelve and a half years of marriage, it would be hard for him to surprise me. But he couldn’t have shocked me anymore if he’d gone on E-bay and ordered a giraffe.
Mine, all mine–both the lipstick and the man. And I’m not sharing either one.