I wore lipstick to work.

I watched The Devil Wears Prada last night and wearing lipstick to work seemed like the right thing to do, until about 9:15am when it wasn’t. The crimson stained plastic straw sticking out of the lid of my cup gave me pause for concern that perhaps I was seriously jeopardizing the image I have crafted over the last six and a half years — yes, the image of a down to earth, relatable, mildly quirky office worker who is by no means unhealthily influenced by the movies she watches. I was also putting the life of a turtle at risk — I’m assuming anyway, maybe more than one. Can multiple turtles die from one straw?

I know as much about the plight of the turtles as my husband does, which is saying a lot. Heath knows so many more facts than I do, on a variety of topics. At my work Christmas party a couple of years ago I went up to the bar to get him a drink and came back without a straw.

“Apparently they don’t do straws anymore. They are trying to save the turtles.” I said handing him his drink.

“That’s odd. I didn’t know straws were made out of turtles.” He replied. I’m still not sure if he was serious. What I am sure of is it still makes me laugh.

Another thing I’m sure of is that anytime I wear lipstick I have to make peace with the fact that I am always one smudge away from becoming this guy.

I’m convinced that there are two kinds of people in life, those who can legitimately wear lipstick (having accepted all of the associated risks) and me.

Stay great!