Not 5 minutes ago, a colleague was in mid-conversation with the dean's secretary and says to me, "Is that a hickey or a curling iron burn?"
Insert stomach drop.
I can feel my face flushing as I say it's a flat-iron burn.
Everyone knows that's a lie.
Welp.
Love happens.
Apparently, things are still sizzling over at our house. In case you were wondering. (as I'm sure you were.)
Excuse me while I crawl under my desk.
Hahahahaha.. You totally just should have said hickey. That is too great.
ReplyDeletei adore this story. i think you should just claim it next time and make THEM blush...throw a little wink in there. heaven knows i will when i'm married... bahaha
ReplyDeleteProbably one of the best blog posts i have ever, ever read. That is hilarious.
ReplyDeleteI say it's pay back time :D
ReplyDeleteI love hickeys!! Adam and I have a special hickey game I can't mention. ;D
ReplyDeleteLOVE it!!!!! Laughing and laughing :)
ReplyDeleteoh my gosh that is HILARIOUS! i love it!
ReplyDeleteSo funny! I love your guys' stories!
ReplyDeleteOH MY GOSH I'm so glad I'm not the only one this happens to!!! hahaha, I tell Adam all the time that he's gotta exercise a little more, uhh, restraint. But he still hasn't learned. People probably think I'm a little weird for wearing scarves in the dead heat of summer. Good thing it stays cold around here for a while :)
ReplyDelete