It's making me so nostalgic for high school.
I'm officially trash. I have an obvious hickey on the side of my neck, but unlike my high school days, it's not from some dirtbag boy, it's from my daughter.
Yes, my daughter finally gave me a hickey. She's been trying for weeks. She gets all wound up (with love, I believe) and starts biting and sucking my neck. It's hilarious, but not quite as funny as a 33 year old semi-professional showing up for work with a big ol' hickey on her neck.
Or as funny as the fact that Chris is out of town this week and will return to a wife with a hickey try to explain, "No, really, our almost 5 month old daughter gave it to me! I swear!"
Or quite as funny as the fact that instead of hiding it, I wore my hair up to work today and I'm not going to mention it at all. Let the rumors begin.