Chapped.

The winters's largely been dry this year, and the wind blows in from the northwest and occasionally from the southwest, bringing dry air. Add that to the dry interiors from heaters working, and lips begin to chap a tad. I feel like a damned sissy whenever I put chapstick on-- I never used it as a kid, and it looks like lipstick, to my Texas male eyes. But shoot, even an old[er] dog can learn new tricks.

Reminds me of the tale of the Easterner couple that was vacationing out west, and found to their charm that in one small town, the cowboys would often just ride their horses into town for supplies and lunch, tying off to the still-functional hitching posts.

One cowboy climbed off his horse, remarking how chafed his lips were. Lifting his steed's tail, he planted a big kiss right on the gelding's brown eye.

The couple, taken aback, asked the cowpoke if that really treated chafed lips.

He thought on it and responded,"Well, I don't rightly know about treating them, but it sure's hell keeps me from licking 'em so much."