Tell Me I'm Not Alone....

Rob often looks at my makeup bag with a mix of curiosity and disgust.  I have two makeup bags, you see.  One bag is fairly small and is full of the makeup that I wear on a daily basis.  It's clean and organized - which are two traits that really make him smile.  THEN there's the second bag.  The reserve.  It's full of makeup that I don't really wear, but feel I should hold on to in case of some sort of makeup emergency.  It's also disgusting.  It's the bag where the blush and/or eye shadows have broken and created a caky, colored mess all over everything inside it.

My problem is that even though I know I have this disgusting bag where makeup goes to die, I still continue to be an impulsive makeup buyer.  I see the commercial, and I'm sold.

I'd feel a lot better about all this if I knew there was somebody else out there who has nine tubes of mascara  in their possession.  Anybody else a makeup hoarder?

Sadly, in all my makeup hoarding, there is only one of these tubes that I actually like!  Eight of the nine will probably never be used again, and will get tossed when the A & E channel comes to my house and tells me that I have to choose between my children and the mascara.

BDEM:  Oooh, yummy dinner!  Yummy and EASY dinner.  Maybe I'll blog about it tomorrow - or the next day.  Heck, I've still got three and a half months left before blog-every-day-for-a-year comes to an end.  Looks like I've got PLENTY of days to share it!  

Water:  60 oz.