A little dab'll do ya

I've recently developed a patch of weird skin on my mouth (which I can only image is some sort of flesh eating disease or weird lip cancer) and have been trying various home remedies, including psoriasis ointment (expired, naturally), left over dermatitis medicine, and copious amounts of chapstick. Doctor schmoctor! This odd regimen left me with an even larger patch of what can only be described as puffy, dry, and puckered. Lovely, right? I decided that some good ole fashion vaseline was the next best course of action.

I asked Mr. Man if we had any in the house. He said he didn't think so, but I'm not sure why I asked him. He doesn't always have the best handle on how well stocked we are (evidenced by the multiple boxes of panko bread crumbs, cans of coconut milk, etc in the pantry). I rooted around in our medicine cabinet and unearthed the little tub I was looking for. I could tell, based on the label, that we bought before we moved to TX. After a trip down memory lane we decided that Mr. Man had bought this little tub about 10 years ago. And it's only half gone. It made me wonder if vaseline is one of those things you really only need to buy once in a lifetime. I'm pretty sure if I take a peek in my dad's medicine cabinet I will find the same tub that was in there when I was a kid. I'll have to keep you updated.

Back to my lip, the crazy patch seems to have been tamed a bit. And, yes, I am going to pretend that it hasn't been a year since I last posted. Carry on.