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This year for Christmas, I spent quite a bit of time (probably much more than was needed) looking for the perfect stocking stuffers. In Trent’s family, we draw names for gift giving, so stocking stuffers are really the only way you can give something to anyone other than your designated recipient. I like that the gifts are small, but fun (sometimes joke gifts, see Scott and Steve below), and everyone brings in their own personality.

For example, Allison, Trent’s sister, gave all the ladies metal ornaments of their first initial; Steve, Allison’s husband, gave everyone wallet-sized class photos of himself (now hanging on my fridge with all of the other kids pictures I have); Scott, Trent’s brother, gave us each a joke pen that was supposed to look like it was taken from a real medical office (mine said, “Recoving Sexual Addition Therapy”); Erin, Scott’s wife, gave us all some of her beautiful jewelry. I gave the boys animals that pooped out jelly beans and the ladies egg holders from Anthropologie (seriously, the sale racks at Anthropologie have the best stocking stuffers) and some of my favorite chapstick.

For Trent, I always try to step it up a bit, as he is the one true love of mine (other than James McAvoy and the lead singer of Sigur Ros, no one can sing made up words like that guy can). This year he got Mr. T In Your Pocket, a keychain that says lines of Mr. T when you hit a button. He also got a T-shirt from Threadless.com (a new tradition I’m starting, we each get a t-shirt in our stocking every year). Along with some other random knick knacks, he also received the following checklist for his office:

Currently, to make me happier, he must:

– Tell me I’m smart
– Bend over
– Turn off the alarm
– Register your gun
– Sprinkle it with sunshine
– Come home
– Get off the computer
– Adopt a French accent
– Humor me
– Get me a drink
– Pretend you’re listening
– Live long and prosper
– Love me forver

Simple, right? I don’t get why guys think we’re so hard to understand.

Yesterday I was at the drugstore purchasing some much needed pharmacuetical accessories, when I decided to pick up a tube of lip color. Okay, I know it seems like I’ve been talking about make-up a bit more than normal lately (especially since I don’t believe I ever wrote about make-up before last week), but this is going somewhere. I needed something that will stay on all day, as I hate touching up my makeup and HAAAATTTTTEEE leaving lipstick/gloss stains on a glass when I’m out with a client. Blech.

I purchased this stuff, which was recommended to me via Mighty Goods. I went back and forth on what color to get, as I’m a bit of a pansy and I don’t believe I’ve ever worn red lipstick in my life. I’m all about chapstick and clear gloss, but it’s Fall and I painted my kitchen orange and I’m feeling risky, so I bought a color called Wine. It’s super red, like Gwen Stefani red or Christina Aguilera red. Red.

I put it on this morning while Lu sat beside me in the bathroom, attempting to secretly eat her tube of kids’ toothpaste. When Trent heard her yelling after I refused to let her eat said toothpaste, he came in to see what all the fuss was about. He looked at me, cocked his head to the side and said, “That lipstick is way too dark.”

Ouch, that one stung a bit at six o’clock in the morning. And I thought it looked so cute!

He followed that up with, “I mean, you look like the Joker. The latest one. The one that died.”

Charmed, I’m sure.

So, I’m leaving it up to you, dear readers. Is this too red? Scary? A bit like an evil comic book villian?

And yes, I do realize I need a haircut. But other than that, I’m probably the best candidate for America’s Next Top Model. I am just so darn gorgeous! And modest.