Ray nearly disowned me at lunchtime on Thursday.  Following lovely cheeseburger goodness at Maccy D's, I patted my mouth down, you know, as you do - and reached into my bag to reapply my lip balm.

WHAT.  IS.  THAT.  she asked...

Ray and I have both been faithful followers of the beloved metholated chapstick for years and years but recently I have jumped the boat, and that's what's upset her.  I'm sorry girls, but it's got to be said...Chapstick, I'm breaking up with you.  I just don't feel the same way anymore.  It's not you, it's me...

And it's all for this little baby...


Palmer's cocoa butter formula lip balm.  Oh god it's good.  It tastes like a hint of chocolate milkshake, softens and protects my lips, and I can't get enough of it.

Oh the shame.  Pass my scarlet letter then, it's official.  I've cheated on the chapstick.

Love JEM xxx