spoons & hickies

yesterday i curled my hair with an actual curling iron. which really, does not happen often. my zebra straightener has become my everything-- from sleek straight to wavy to curlo-mongo. well i decided to step out of my comfort zone and pull out the ol' curling iron. while fashioning my hair into curly beauty (because it was pretty fizz-fantastic) i bent down to retrieve my hair spray (which i also never use!) and i felt a tingling sensation on my neck.

the infamous curling iron burn.

yikes.

my immediate thought: oh my gosh. this probably looks like a hickie. 

because the burn was in prime hickie-position. i haven't had a hickie in a loooong time, and i didn't want people to start getting ideas about me or anything.

which... i just admitted that i have had a hickie or two in my time... drat. don't judge? 

anyways. 
i told my mom about the burn and my terror it looked like a hickie, and she just laughed.

this is why moms are great. specifically my mom.

isn't hickie such a weird word?

 seriously, where did it originate? 

this is all to say, be careful when retrieving hairspray with a curling iron in close proximity to your neck.
and have a spoon in the freezer, just in case it looks like a hickie. or you do actually get a hickie. 
because that can happen.

*also, i finally finished reading the help. loved. 

*senioritis is making me only want to read fun books rather than my boring old textbooks.
ai carumba!