Here I am at work, trying to hide my chin no-it’s-not-a-hickey bruise. Woe is me!
Last night, I was sitting at the computer, drinking from a bottle of water. I had the bottle on the desk in front of me and for no good reason decided to work on poor posture. I leaned forward and put my chin on top of the bottle. It was sort of like a headrest. And when I rested my head on top of the uncapped bottle with the full weight of my head (the bottle was the only thing holding up my head) the rim of the mouth of the bottle dug into my skin. I didn’t think anything of it at the time, it didn’t hurt or anything. But after awhile it did become uncomfortable, and it wasn’t working very well as a new thinking position, so I sat up straight and got back to whatever it was I was doing. Well, when Mr. Stud Muffin came home he noticed something underneath my chin.
“Did you scratch yourself?” he asks.
“Uh... [insert scrunchy memory-backtracking face] ...not that I remember.”
But now I’m curious so I go to the bathroom to check it out. At first glance, I see a red mark in the shape of a circle. Mentally I shake my head.
“Oh, I know what that’s from.” Then I glance at it a second longer. “OMG! It looks just like a hickey!”
If anyone here at works spots it, they’re first thought isn’t going to be, “She shouldn’t be resting her chin on a water bottle like that.” It’s going to be, “OMG! It’s a hickey!” I think I’ll be walking around with my head down for most of the day. Sheesh. Or maybe I can walk around with one hand on my chin, like I'm pondering some really deep thoughts. Hmmm... I like that option.