I might be an addict

I love chapstick! I carry a tube around in my pocket nearly all the time. When I go to bed at night, I make sure I have one on my nightstand so when I wake up I can put some on in the middle of the night without getting up. (Once several years ago I was sleeping on the top bunk of a bunkbed and during the night I tried to reach down to get my chapstick without getting out of bed; I ended up with a cracked rib- true story!) I have one or two stored in between my seats in my car and another one sitting on my desk at work.

So today we are sitting at dress rehearsal for the Christmas program and I realize that I do not have a tube of chapstick in my pocket like usual. I start thinking about how chapped my lips are, how the bottom in the middle feels cracked, then the top on the side started to burn, I start looking at the clock every minute or two. I think I might have missed much of the last segment of the program because I was consumed with thinking about how soon I would be able to get my next "fix." It was at that moment that it dawned on me- it's time to admit, "I'm Angie Miller and I am a chapstick addict."