Someone MIGHT be playing around, or they MIGHT mean it. Whatever the case...
If Edward Cullen came a creepin my way, I'd be in mightly big trouble. Because regular Jere came creepin my way last night in a moment of "naughtiness" (I'm fully aware that that is an image noone wanted nor needed, but HEY, the Chubbingtons enjoy a good romp now and then too, 'cause babies got to come from somewhere). And THIS is the result:
Do you SEE that? Can you even STAND it? A Hickey! A FREAKING HICKEY! And not just a wee little bite, but a ridiculously huge, you can see it from the Moon, it's the size of TEXAS Hickey. Honestly, this is so embarrassing. I fully believe that nothing is more classless than hickeys (well, don't get me wrong, a well placed, out of view for the world to see hickey is JUST fine). Nothing says, hey I'm a trashy who-er MORE than a big fat on my neck for all the world to see HICKEY! When I woke up this morning and stumbled into the bathroom and was hit with this site, I let out a scream and told Jere I hated him and he must now die. Seriously, he knows FULL well that I can NOT be messed with in that way. Oh geez, what to do. I tried makeup, but you all KNOW that does nothing. So, instead, I just held my head up high and took my three kids to the Wal-Mart, 'cause that's where skanky, hickey necked who-ers go to shop; and I did my thing.
How about you? What are your thoughts on hickeys? Anyone had one lately?
Vampire bites and housewife ho's,