Lip Gloss Addicts Belong in Rehab!

My addiction started innocently enough; as a child I coveted the small metal tins with the sliding tops, filled with brightly colored goop that tasted of strawberry shortcake, root beer, and countless other sugary sweets. I moved onto Bonnie Bell with the roller-ball applicator, just as sweet and tempting, but it gave me the ability to get that sweet nectar directly to my lips, cutting out that time-consuming hand to mouth action. Fast forward 20 years and my fixation is well known to family, friends, and co-workers. It has spawned drinking games, workplace diversions, and made a sizeable dent in my bank account. The first step in the road to recovery is admitting I have a problem. Do I really want to be cured? Hell no!