nothing has changed, literally

Remember last time I posted about how I had these weird chapped lips? Well, I still have them. It's so bizarre. Not only are my lips constantly dry and flaky, but so is my chin, my upper lip, my smile lines, my eyelids, and the skin on the sides of my eyes and cheekbones. Luckily, it is still really difficult to see unless you're up close to me. But yesterday I was talking to the richest lady in our congregation and she was looking at my face quizzically. I'm not a dirty person! Seriously, I'm so over it. I'm still using coconut oil and lavender essential oil, but I'm also using Mentholatum because it feels really good and actually smooths out my lips for a little bit, but sadly not enough to wear lipstick again. So all my lipstick is just chillin in my bathroom drawers because I can't wear it. I've cleaned up my diet and cut out all potential allergens with the hope that it will help. We shall see.

I also mentioned in my last entry that I was about to leave for Disney World. Well, I went, and it easily surpassed every dream I've ever dreamed about it. It was so awesome. The magic hits you BAM smack in the middle of the head the second you walk into the park, even the second you get to the Disney World shuttle stop at the Orlando airport. Every process is so finely tuned to perfection. I had such an amazing time. I got really sick and still had an amazing time.

The only problem is that now I feel addicted to Disney, which is so embarrassing, but I feel like I need to be vocal about this so I can work through it. As Jeff knows, I obsess over things really quickly; for example, I have obsessed over every vacation we've ever taken. Currently I'm obsessed with trying to go to Disneyland in January since my company's annual meeting is in Santa Barbara. So why not fly out a few days early and go to the most magical place on Earth (tied with all the other Disney parks, of course)? Guys, I AM SO WEIRD. I hope it's not too late for me. At least I'm not walking around with Mickey on every article of clothing. I only have two Disney shirts--one was for this trip and the other is a vintage Mickey sweatshirt I thrifted as a missionary. I really do feel badly about this addiction. But at the same time I can't feel bad because I love it so much. I promise I will never start collecting and trading pins like all those crazies. Them peeps are nuts.