i'm a disgusting piece of woman meat.

in thirty-four years on this planet, i've had two hickeys. or is it hickies? see, i don't even know. one the mister planted on my neck when we were dating, as a JOKE, not knowing how QUICK they happened. he was horrifed, i was humiliated, it's not happened again.

so imagine my horror when he says to me yesterday, "oh my word, did i do that?"

"what?" i say

"on your neck...." he says

"WHAT ON MY NECK???" i yell, panicking...

"that hickey."

so he takes a picture with my phone (cause it was handy, you know).

yes ladies and gentlemen... i went to tlc with a hickey on the back of my neck. cause apparently, i'm just that classy.

shut up... at least we've still got it, right? right???



arrivederci,
rebecca marie

p.s. mourn with me, i've just lost the mister and the he-spawn to guitar hero 3

how have we regressed so far?

this is from 1977



do it or don't it's your baby's brain development, bonding, etc. at risk, not mine. but for goodness sake, be supportive of those who choose to.

arrivederci, rebecca marie