I have been told that I am quirky. I like to take that as a compliment. You know, as if that means I have an extra dose of personality. I am quite certain that most people who know me also know that I have more than my fair share of personality. Call it quirky, quacky, odd, just plain strange, fun, whatever….I am not offended and happy to oblige you with a peek into yet another quirk:
cosmetics. lotions. bath gels. shampoo. hair gel. face wash. moisturizer. i love them. all of them.
i am obsessed with buying more. a girl can never have too many lotions. or body sprays. or eye creams. or wrinkle reducers. or bath salts. or bubble baths. or really anything from aisle 2-5 of PUBLIX!!
I don’t remember this obsession before the World Race. I don’t think I hoarded cosmetics for the first 28 years of my life. really, i didn’t. but now I do. just one more amazing way the WR has made lasting impact!
I pray every time I have guests that they dont root around in my bathroom cabinets. (we all know you do it, julie!) The things that they would discover down there are truly shocking. bottle after bottle, after ever-lovin bottle of lotion. every fragrance you can imagine. firming, toning, shea butter, smoothing, caressing, moisturizing. you name it, i have it.
I remember returning to the States, cruising the aisles of Kroger (god forbid the north does not have publix!) and feeling such freedom. Mom’s chase card was in my back pocket and i could buy ANYTHING i wanted! ahhh! the danger of the cosmetic aisle. seriously people!
maybe you should send help. or maybe you just want a bottle of lotion. either way is fine with me…
