Saturday morning unfortunate incident
I lost a favorite lip balm in the port-a-potty at Little League T-Ball on Saturday morning. It fell out of my pocket into disgusting oblivion.
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Josh Turner: Your Man
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Charlotte Brontë: Jane Eyre
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I lost a favorite lip balm in the port-a-potty at Little League T-Ball on Saturday morning. It fell out of my pocket into disgusting oblivion.
Ugh, I'm so sorry. My favorite lip balm, which was so well used that I couldn't read the label anymore, got used up by my daughter when she had the flu and her lips were chapped. I don't know how to replace it, sob.
Posted by: Maria Wood | April 21, 2008 at 08:56 AM
What lip balms are these that are so beloved? I'm totally curious what inspires such loyalty.
Posted by: O | April 21, 2008 at 09:01 AM
Another reason to hate organized sports.
Posted by: SarcastiCarrie | April 21, 2008 at 09:18 AM
so not cool.
perhaps even less cool that you needed to go so bad as to use a port-a-potty. shudder.
Posted by: pnuts mama | April 21, 2008 at 10:07 AM
BLECH! It's the tiniest little things that sometimes wrench your day. Hope you find a replacement soon.
@O: my favoritest lip balm in the world is called "Chicken Poop". No lie. I'm not really sure who makes it, but the gift shop on the corner carries it.
Posted by: Trope | April 21, 2008 at 10:19 AM
I love the plain Burts Bees. I buy them everytime I am at CVS or Walgreens so you can find one pretty much anywhere in my house, car, or purse...
Posted by: Michelle | April 21, 2008 at 11:48 AM
Learned my lesson about the biiiiig iced coffee on the way to LL...
Posted by: Moxie | April 21, 2008 at 12:25 PM
you can make your own out of beeswax and food grade oils in about 5 minutes. It'll be the best lip balm you've ever had, and it's so easy you can have the kids help (I'm making it with my daughter's preschool class next month). They sell tubes and tubs at Joann fabric and other craft stores (or if you want to make a lot, you can order them online in bulk). Try it - you'll love it.
Posted by: sue | April 21, 2008 at 01:27 PM
a childhood family friend from kansas makes the chicken poop. yes, it's awesome. she is: http://www.ilovechickenpoop.com/
Posted by: sasha | April 21, 2008 at 04:05 PM
ps. the good gravey lotion solid is super, too.
Posted by: sasha | April 21, 2008 at 04:06 PM
My senior year in high school (we are talking 15+ years ago) I carried a bucket purse. It was a tapestry print around the sides with a leather bottom. I took it into "the city" with my girlfriends to attend a festival, flirt with college boys and maybe score some beer. I was relieving myself in a port-a-let (after "scoring" said beers) and the purse somehow fell into the abyss. Problem was, my wallet was in there and I needed the cash to take the train home. Remember how I mentioned I carried a bucket purse? Well, I had to reach in, and oh so carefully open the top (thank GOD it landed on it's flat bottom) and open the top to remove my wallet. That could have been one of the single most disgusting moments of my life.
Posted by: Meegan | April 21, 2008 at 04:15 PM