K-I-S-S-I-N-G…

I’m pretty fanatical about lip balm. If I even think I am out and about without a tube in my purse, I immediately feel like my lips will turn to sandpaper and shrivel up until I look like a lip-less Muppet. I’ve kept the waxy moisturizer on my person at all times since about the age of eight, and I have a stockpile that could rival even the most dedicated extreme couponer.

Santa used to leave a hearty supply in my stocking every year…so I’ve had them all….Lip Smackers, Tinkerbell, Kissing Poti...