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brightrosefoxApparently, I have a pretty mouth.
Last weekend, as Adam and I woke up late in the morning and lounged in bed, he remarked, "I love your lips. They're pretty. They have a great shape." And he went on to call them heart-shaped, Cupid's bow, with "a bottom lip like Angelina Jolie." Well, I thought, with the right lip gloss, maybe.
Earlier this week, I'd stopped at Macy's, and a makeup artist at the Clinique counter offered a free makeover. She didn't even try to push products on me; she admitted that she wanted to work on me because of my "extraordinary face" and "amazing lips." While applying a long-lasting budge-proof lipstick, she told me, with envy, "You have the most perfectly shaped mouth I've ever seen."
Last night, I put on my pajamas to get ready for bed, but couldn't quite sleep. So I went downstairs to join Adam, who was watching downloaded episodes of "Star Trek Enterprise." As I sat in the La-Z-Boy recliner, my husband looked over at me and his gaze lingered on my face. He said, softly, "Hi, pretty" and came over and kissed me, then traced the shape of my lips with his finger.
This afternoon, while I was shopping in Trader Joe's, a woman came up to me in the skin care section and, after striking up a conversation, told me that I had "really nice lips, like Angelina Jolie."
It was very sweet, even though I don't see it.
I figure I'll just keep up with the lip balms and tasty glosses, because they seem to be doing a good job.
Last weekend, as Adam and I woke up late in the morning and lounged in bed, he remarked, "I love your lips. They're pretty. They have a great shape." And he went on to call them heart-shaped, Cupid's bow, with "a bottom lip like Angelina Jolie." Well, I thought, with the right lip gloss, maybe.
Earlier this week, I'd stopped at Macy's, and a makeup artist at the Clinique counter offered a free makeover. She didn't even try to push products on me; she admitted that she wanted to work on me because of my "extraordinary face" and "amazing lips." While applying a long-lasting budge-proof lipstick, she told me, with envy, "You have the most perfectly shaped mouth I've ever seen."
Last night, I put on my pajamas to get ready for bed, but couldn't quite sleep. So I went downstairs to join Adam, who was watching downloaded episodes of "Star Trek Enterprise." As I sat in the La-Z-Boy recliner, my husband looked over at me and his gaze lingered on my face. He said, softly, "Hi, pretty" and came over and kissed me, then traced the shape of my lips with his finger.
This afternoon, while I was shopping in Trader Joe's, a woman came up to me in the skin care section and, after striking up a conversation, told me that I had "really nice lips, like Angelina Jolie."
It was very sweet, even though I don't see it.
I figure I'll just keep up with the lip balms and tasty glosses, because they seem to be doing a good job.
