He's All Mine and You Can't Have Him

I was bemoaning to Hubs the other day that Cover Girl lipstick has discontinued the color Rum Raisin.  My color.  For years.  Rum Raisin and I have a long and dramatic history together, and it was with a sad heart I learned we were being forced to part ways. 

My ever-logical Hubs wasn't impressed.  "Just find another color," he said flippantly.  Clearly, he has never searched for a new shade of lipstick.  A good trait in a husband, now that I think of it. 

The next day, he noticed me digging into the last of my Rum Raisin with a lipstick brush, and he asked what I was doing.  I explained that I thought could eke out a few more weeks of Rum Raisin this way.  He laughed and shook his head and mumbled something about being thankful that he's a man. 

When I was climbing into bed later that night, he nonchalantly came upstairs and reported, "I just ordered you seven tubes of Cover Girl Rum Raisin on E-bay."

"You did WHAT?" I shrieked.

"I found some Rum Raisin lipstick on E-bay.  It was only $2.99 a tube, and they had seven tubes, so I ordered them all."

You would think, after twelve and a half years of marriage, it would be hard for him to surprise me.  But he couldn't have shocked me anymore if he'd gone on E-bay and ordered a giraffe.   

Mine, all mine--both the lipstick and the man.  And I'm not sharing either one.