Not long ago I burned the side of my neck with a curling iron. OMGosh that is a tender spot! And I knew based on the pain, the smell of flesh, and an aging décolletage that it was definitely going to leave a mark. And it did. And it looked just like a hickey. Oh brother. My teenage daughters were like, “Hey mom, what’s that? And then as they moved in for a closer look, they asked, “Is that a….hickey?” I could tell by the dread in their eyes, that they desperately to hear me say no. Which I did. Does anyone want to see their mother with a hickey?
When I saw my friends later that day I told them about the burn before they could even ask. I didn’t want them wondering about me too.… Read the rest