Red lips.

On the way to the theater, our conversation went something like this.

Me (looking at myself in the flip-down mirror): My teeth look really white when I wear this red lipstick.

JD: I feel like that's the only reason you wear that stuff.

Me: So, what if it is? Sometimes I like red lipstick.

JD: I hate it.

Me: Do you hate it because it's messy and annoying or do you hate it because you hate the way it looks?

JD: Both.

Me: How can you hate the way it looks? It's so classy and sophisticated! When I was little, I always dreamed of wearing lipstick. Being able to wear lipstick is, like, the way you know you are grown-up. I feel so grown-up.

JD: I'm just saying. . . if I met a girl and she was wearing lipstick, I probably wouldn't date her.

Me: Rude! You are dating me right now.

JD: Yeah, and I wish you weren't wearing that lipstick.

Me: Just because you wear lipstick doesn't mean you have to wear blue eyeshadow and be a skank. I think that's what you think of when you think of lipstick. Think more of like a. . . woman who has got it all together. She's got tons of confidence. And when you see her, you think, "Wow. She can rock the red lips."

JD: I don't think like that.

Me: Oh, well, that's what I'm going for.

JD: Oh, well, you have some on your teeth.

I have mixed feelings about red lips. Sometimes I love it and other times I don't. JD hates it always. Anytime I even mention putting it on, he moans and groans and acts like I spoke the worst words I could possibly ever say. But sometimes I just tune him out and polish my lips up anyway. Like last night. I think going to the theater is a perfectly acceptable time to rock the red lips, with or without husband support. :)

It was a funny night. Thank you, Hale Center, for our first Utah theater experience. We'll be back soon.

Ps. Don't mind the continuation of my tye-dye shirt stripes onto Abby's dress. You'd have thought we planned to match our outfits. We didn't, I swear.