When I was in junior high and high school, I played the flute. I also had horribly chapped lips. When you have horribly chapped lips and play the flute, it combines to make a permanent split in the middle of you bottom lip that never heals.
I also had chapped lips well into my adult life. As it turns out, they make some thing for this: it’s called Chapstick. (My dad always had – still has? -Chapstick as part of his pocket contents. Chapstick, a giant key ring, a handkerchief, a coin purse, and a nail clippers. I bet he didn’t have chapped lips.)
Anyway, I tell you all these mundane details because I haven’t really had chapped lips in quite some time, but today my bottom lip has the very teeny-tiny beginning of the old split. The sensation of it is making me feel like a teenager again……and not in a good way.