ugh.

(hah, just logged on and saw Katy's post from yesterday. good timing!)

Hickeys annoy me. When I see girls with hickeys, I roll my eyes (internally, of course) and think to myself, 'could he not keep his mouth off of you??' Ridiculous, I know...some of that prude, judgmental high school unmarried virgin left in me.

I've had two hickeys within the past month. awesome. Last night, spent from passion, hub looks at me and asks, 'is that a new hickey, or just leftover from the last one?' No, no, its new. The other one was two weeks ago. Thank you.
I don't even know how to hickey. No matter how many times I try, I just can't get it. (Funny image, huh? someone practicing hickeys. ha.)

I forgot about it when I was getting ready for work at 6am this morning. I don't even know if my eyeliner is even, never mind if my hickey is covered. I just remembered it, yeah, 5:30 at night...after we've seen 20 patients today. They are probably rolling their eyes (internally, of course) and asking that same stupid question. No, the answer is no, he can't keep his mouth off of me. So, there, you prude, judgmental high school unmarried virgins.

Sorry if that was too much...had to get it off my chest. Its been brewing for a good 20 minutes.